My Poor Dog's Return

Name:            Mary Kern
Email:           mamakern@webtv.com
Location:        home
Type:            Ghost
Date:            Monday, September 11, 2000
Time:            01:02 PM

When I was nine, my big brother brought home this sweet little puppy he had saved from being slaughtered (noone wanted her, she was the runt of her litter). We decided to name her wee-wee. I grew very close to this dog and to this day feel very sad when I think of her.

About 3 or 4 years ago my family had to give Wee-wee away. My mother was fighting cancer and keeping the dog put my mom at a higher risk. So my uncle said he would take Wee-wee and care for her. I balled the day he came to take her away. She looked so scared. She was shaking and whining and watching me with this imploring look in her eyes. I kissed her goodbye and went to my room and cried for a very long time.

A few days later My husband and I were staying at my mom and dads house while they went to cleveland for the weekend. I woke that night becuase I heard something downstairs. As I got to dining room I swear I heard my poor little dog whining at the basement door which is where she sleep ay night. I even heard her nails clicking on the metal staircase. I thougt maybe she had found her way home. I opened the door and flipped on the light only to see an empty staircase. The hair on my neck and arms stood on end. I searched the whole basement and found nothing.

Months went by. I still believed Wee-wee to be alive. We were again at my parents home when I saw acommercial that had a dog on it that reminded me of Wee-wee. I mentioned her and my dad told me then that Wee-wee had been hit and killed by a car the night my uncle had taken her. No one wanted to tell me becuase they knew it would hurt me so.

Thank you for reading my story.