First I just want to thank everyone for their kind words on my previous blog. I was going to reply to them all but I just couldn't at the time really and I'm trying to move on a bit.

But thank you everyone.

The point of this new blog is to tell you a little story. It actually happened about 3 or 4 days after Frankie died but its kinda been on my mind a bit since then. I can't deny that the story has made me feel a bit better about the event, not that I can explain any of it.

Anyway, my mum was at work (shes a nurse) and she was just sitting in a corridor keeping an eye an one of the patients while he was walking about. And out of another room comes this elderly lady. She doesn't know my mum at all, and she just looks at my mum and she says;

"Theres a dog sitting behind you"

My mum felt her heart thump a little but wrote it off straight away really. The old lady has the beginnings of dementia (mostly just memory lose atm). Still she asked the old lady "What?"

And the patient says to my mum again;

"Behind you theres a dog sitting on that chair. Its white with black ears and a brown face."

My mum is a little confused and scoffs but she keeps thinking about it during her day, and later she finds the old lady in her room and shows her this picture below, my mums asks her "Like that?"

"Yes! Thats the dog!" She exclaimed.

Even later when another nurse with waiting on the patient, she told that nurse (who is a friend of my mums), "I'm not making it up. There really was a dog sitting behind that nurse."

My mum called me a few hours after this event to tell me the story. I questioned whether she was telling the truth about this story because I'm skeptical as fuck, but she assured me over and over that she could never make up something like that, and that at first she wasn't going to tell me because she thought I'd get upset. And yeah when she told me the story I did start crying quite a lot but it made me really much better. Just thinking of the dog being there still.

I can't explain stories about spirits and ghosts because I don't believe in an afterlife and I've never seen anything myself but I know people who have, people I trust so when they tell me these stories, I believe they have seen what they claim to.

This here I especially can't explain, because it wasn't my mum who claimed to see Frankie, but a woman who didn't know her at all, and to say those colours is beyond weird. If she was facing you fully forward, all you would see is white and of course her black ears and brown face. If the lady was lying, why use those colours? Its not the most typical of colouring on a dog.

But yeah I mostly just wanted to share the story really because its really the only thing thats made me feel better since I lost Frankie. Just thinking of her just being there still with us even beyond death. Its actually rather comforting.