From: Becca (FlavaCrazze@aol.com) Story type: Angel Location: In my mom's mini van Source: Form Submission
This is a true story and it happened to me. (The dogs name is Patchie) Well my mom had this sheepdog that at the time was
sixteen (if I can remember right). He got real sick, could hardly walk, and so my
mom, feeling bad for him, put him to sleep. My mom cried for days. Not to long after he was gone we were going to go
somewhere. My mom had to get my dad his ice water, because it was going to be a long
trip. So I sat in the backseat by myself when I feel breathing on my neck and the lower part of my
face. Patchie's breath used to smell a certain way, and that was the same smell I smelt.
I knew that Patchie had come to say goodbye.