I had recently moved to Sydney for work. I woke up repetitively one night and felt that someone was in my flat. I felt frightened and was convinced that someone was sitting on the couch. I woke up and turned all the lights on and saw no one on the couch. The doors and windows were all locked. The next day I kept thinking about my Beagle, Oscar, who was in Melbourne with mum. Oscar often sat on the couch next to me. I then realized that Oscar had passed and it was his way of saying goodbye and making sure I was ok. I saw Beagles for weeks after that, each one reminding me that Oscar was okay.
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