When I was a young girl, I absolutely loved animals and often preferred to spend time with pets over other kids at times. My neighbors had a hunting dog named Corkey who lived to be 12 years old. As a child, I would often wander over to the neighbor's yard and play with Corkey. They kept him chained up out back adjacent to our yard during the days while they worked. I would try to teach him tricks and give him treats. I pretended he was my dog. I was not allowed to have a dog growing up.
I was now 16 years old. It was a cold spring day. I put my robe and slippers on and went to grab a soda off the back patio. I opened the back door and saw Corkey sitting in his usual spot. I called out, "Hey, Corkey!" The dog never moved. He just sat and starred at me. I said, "Corkey, what's the matter?" The dog still never flinched and just kept looking at me.
I remember just looking at him and in the back of my head, something felt "off". He was sitting upright and absolutely motionless. I took the soda and went inside. I was getting a glass out of the cupboard, and my mom walked in. I made the comment that "it sure is cold out today, and I can't believe they are leaving that poor dog out all day like that."
My Mom said, "Corkey was put down two weeks ago. He had cancer and was suffering."
I said, "No, Mom. I just saw him a few minutes ago."
My Mom, who was stubborn and never wrong, said sarcastically, "The dog is dead. I talked to her [meaning the neighbor woman]. She was very upset about losing him."
I, being sure I was right, walked over to the window and looked out, and now saw that Corkey was not outside. I re-thought what I had seen out there. I remember feeling that it was odd that Corkey never wagged his tail or moved when I called out to him. I also remember seeing his chain hanging down from his neck. There was no chain even out there anymore.
It really shocked me. I couldn't believe it. Then it started to make sense. That feeling I had when the dog did not respond, it was that odd feeling, like in the back of your head that something isn't right, but you brush it off. I have read and heard others tell stories of seeing ghosts that appeared to be alive and solid. They all say the same thing: "They had no expression on their face. You could not tell what they were feeling at all."
What I think about the most is that I called out to him twice and he never responded, just sat and starred at me. If someone else would have been next to me, would they have seen him? Or did I just look like a crazy person calling out to a non-existent dog? It's just so bizarre. I clearly saw and spoke to a dog that was not alive.