Approximately 3 years ago, I ran over my old, almost 16 year old, Springer Spaniel, Gypsy. We are country people, and, in the country, your dogs run free! I have always nagged at my husband about wanting to secure our yard more for the dogs....but...he is country. Gypsy had been the "dream dog" of my life. Long story short, when my uncle Terry was a young man, he was drafted and sent to Vietnam. He had a black and white springer spaniel, named...Gypsy. I was only 8, but never forgot her and loved her! Then as an adult, I married a man, country boy, who loved springers, and had one...I was hooked on the breed. We were eventually able to figure out where to find an excellent breeder and thus, the "dream dog" showed up...flown in from Boston, Westminister Champion bloodlines. Gypsy was a great, beautiful dog...not only could she hunt with the best of em, she looked good doing it! Time passed, Gypsy and I and the country boy, grew older, lifes complications were presented to us and with Gypsy by our side, we confronted them all headon. Gypsy had a daughter, Dolly, who then had three pups that resided with us, Beaver, Bell and Trouser. We had a great family all together, Gypsy, I and the country boy. Then came the fateful day! Gypsy got in front of a slow moving tire of a truck, and passed. I cannot express how someone deals with that type of situation, I was alone at the time but managed to get through it with the help of our two grown sons. Thank goodness for family...but the grief and guilt could sometimes be overwhelming. The following year, my mother in law, Marian passed. I miss her terribly...she loved our dogs and never hesitated to watch them and care for them. One night, I and the country boy were sleeping, and out of the dead of the night, I must have been dreaming but I heard outside my window "TERRI!". It was one of the most frightening awakenings I had ever had....I know Marian's voice and was just sure she was out there.....I had to wake Robert up to check for me....no one. It took me several days to shake this. Then one evening, approxiately 2 months later, we met my 2 sister-in-laws for drinks. I began to tell them the story (like a ghost story), of thinking I heard Marian. They both turned white....couldn't speak, and then querred me as to when this happened. My sister-in-law began to explain, that at approximately the same time, probably the same night, her grandson, Jensen was staying with her, he was 7. He came to her bedroom late at night, scarred and saying.....Grandma Grandma, Big Grandma (that is what he called Marian) was here. Karen tried to re-assure him but then Jensen finished his story, "Big Grandma was at the end of my bed and she said THE DOGS ARE WITH ME, THEY ARE ALRIGHT....and now, so am I. Thank you Marian!