A really comforting "experience" I had I remember so vividly was when I was about 12 years old.
I was lying on the sofa one night watching wrestling on Sky and my lovely dog that I'd had my whole life and grew up with had passed away a few days before at the grand old age of 14. My sister was upstairs in her room and my parents were out somewhere, think at a relatives, so there was only me downstairs at home.
Anyway, my dog used to sleep in front of the back door in the kitchen on his bed and when he was dreaming and did that galloping thing dogs do his claws would bang and scratch on the metal bin in the kitchen next to him, and made a really loud, distinct sound.
Anyway, I was lying there and "the noise" happened...
Didn't scare me at all it was comforting in a way if anything to hear it, was as if he was just popping in to say he's alright or something, like a nice "goodbye". Remember giggling after it happened. Bless him.
