ChristineHMcConnell / March contest and updates! :D

Beautiful portrait! So sad to lose our furry family members…

EdG

2021-10-08 18:33:18 +0000 UTC

We would spend all our time scaring animals abusers to make them stop being mean to animals. We may even cause some to have unfortunate accidents, 😻😎💗♥️

DMCM

2020-10-02 04:31:31 +0000 UTC

My hairless Chinese crested loves putting his neck in your face so you kiss his neck. Sooo we would haunt my family, especially my brother by crowding him on the couch. While my fur less baby puts his neck in everyone’s face. Lol

Lori Bo

2020-08-16 23:54:18 +0000 UTC

Me too! It must have been hard, so many people who just love their pets so much❤️

Sarah Mac

2020-05-24 17:14:27 +0000 UTC

Was the winner ever announced? I know you were having a hard time going through the responses. If I missed it please direct me to where I an find it. Thank you.

Arlene Steimle

2020-04-25 19:37:27 +0000 UTC

When I reunite with my dearly departed pet ferrets Bug-a-Boo and Pedro we would set up shop in California at the governors office and convince them that ferrets should be legal as pets, then we would travel to Hawaii and do the same and then live out our ghostly days frolicking on the beach dooking and chucking like ferrets do. (they did not ever live in California or Hawaii, but it got all of our fur fluffed when I found out California and Hawaii don’t allow them)

Kristin Carden

2020-04-24 06:00:41 +0000 UTC

Was the winner announced? I must've missed it :(

Sherrie Potgieter

2020-04-14 15:43:27 +0000 UTC

I love pet commissions! I got a digital painting done of our dog Poppy for my mums birthday. Not too long after Poppy died the day after my 18th birthday at 15 years old, she was such a special little pup that I got that commissioned art tattooed on my arm, she saw me into adulthood it's the least I could do.

Emily Rose Coates

2020-04-12 16:07:14 +0000 UTC

Thank you Arwen for your sweet comment. I agree with you 100%. Unfortunately, her abusers were never found and the person who dropped Maggie off at the hospital didn't want to get involved. To this day it infuriates me to think of what she went through and I would be in jail if I had witnessed her abuse. She was a true survivor and the fact that she could trust people again showed what a genuine loving heart she had. I will never get over losing her. Thank you again for you sweet comment and for your tears for Maggie. xoxo

Yvette Gray

2020-04-11 03:39:44 +0000 UTC

This story absolutely breaks my heart. I can't fathom what type of human could do these unspeakable things to an animal. Makes me want to scream and I think these people should have every horror done to them that they did to the defenseless animals. How special that you and this sweet dog found each other. And now I'm crying, haha. But really- there needs to be more people like you in the world! <3

Arwen Steinacker

2020-04-11 03:33:29 +0000 UTC

I am so sorry for everyone’s loss. I know the contest ended, but I love reading your post and thought I share. I lost my precious angel this past January. I will never forget her. Not a single day passes that she is not present in my mind. She was my everything. I had her mom and I actually raised her as an infant pup since she was the runt of the litter, hence her name “Chiquis” for her tiny size. She was a spunky Pomeranian who was a fighter all the way. She was diagnosed with pneumonia on in mid December. We did everything we could even bronchoscopy the week before she passed to culture her infection. Her internist had prepared me for a malignancy vs multi drug resistant bacteria , but I knew it was an MDRO. She fought it for 5 weeks with multiple antibiotics. And by the time the culture results had come out the infection had spread and taken her whole left lung. And to make matters worse the antibiotic needed was not carried in IV form and it would take several days to get there which was time she did not have. My heart broke that day. She is still very much with me. She was such a ham. She loved dressing up and taking pictures. She was absolutely beautiful. And everyone thought she was still a puppy. So if we could do anything we haunt the most fashionable closets around, play dress up, and leave a photo or two behind....

M. Christina Sotomayor

2020-04-07 09:17:35 +0000 UTC

I lost my dog in January. She was 16 1/2 and we had been together since she was 2-3 months old. I miss her more than anything. More than I even imagined was possible. We liked napping together so I imagine we would nap in people’s beds and leave them wondering how the bedding got messed up.

Gina Williams-Stith

2020-04-03 17:05:17 +0000 UTC

I know the contest has ended, but I want to share anyway. I lost my Max, a chubby silly staffie, on 9th March just gone, only a week before this post. It was super sudden, I thought he would be coming home from the vet with antibiotics but he actually had very aggressive cancer that showed no signs until 2 days prior. It was better for him to sleep. I said goodbye to him expecting him to come home, and I couldn't be there to say goodbye, it wasn't safe to drive with how much I was crying. BUT in a lighter note me and Max would absolutely haunt a bakery! We would take bites out of their cakes and pastries and breads. That way it's sharing, just like I would with Max! Also we would sing together, that would scare away most people.

Stacey Jelley

2020-04-02 10:10:39 +0000 UTC

My cat Dusty was such a sweet fluffy Himalayan. Much like poof. He was always there when I had a rough day at school and needed a friend. My mom accidentally put dog flee drops on him and he ended up passing away. Years later, I met my now fiance who's name happens to be dustin and goes by Dusty! Haha. We were getting married in May but had to cancel it, but I'm able to save more money for it because I work at the major hospital in salem. So staying busy! Thanks so much for being you! Xoxo

T’ana

2020-03-31 16:23:51 +0000 UTC

My hell hounds otherwise known as my beloved Newfies. They were rescued and came to me at about six months old—two 130lb puppies. I was given the option to pick one or the other, but they were litter mattes and had been to together too long for me to hurt them even more by separating them. They were a hand full, but also the best thing ever. My mother knew she now had grandchildren, and she spoiled them accordingly. Tarzan had a lot of health issues, and we lost him at eight years old. No amount of money would have saved him, believe me, I tried. Panda Bear became my everything; he got me thought the loss of his brother, the loss of my mother, back surgery, and a divorce. In 2015 I lost my Bear, and my heart shattered. The one that had been with me for most of life's ups and downs was now gone. I keep his Facebook page up in his memory, to help other animals in need. https://www.facebook.com/PandaBearHawkins/

Maryk Hawkins

2020-03-29 21:46:25 +0000 UTC

So I’ve had kitty for 16 years and she has kidney disease (she’s my picture and she picked her own name, long story). She’s always been my little rebel of a cat. When we are both ghosts I’d like to think we’d find a nice Victorian house to haunt. Somewhere that would have a fire so we could cuddle during the day. Also that we could torment the resident with our favorite music. And when it gets late would could take a walk in the woods in the mood light. I’ve had to come to terms that I could be losing her sooner than I can handle. She’s been my heart and my little soulmate since the day my mom found her in-front of a target

Allie Krug

2020-03-29 04:04:39 +0000 UTC

I would say I’m disappointed I missed this, but we just got word today that my old lady basenji’s liver is failing and has thyroid cancer :( probably will have to put her down as she’s almost 14. If it were up to her, we’d probably haunt outside a donut shop and try to sneak donuts from the living for fun

Loren S

2020-03-27 02:29:55 +0000 UTC

I know the contest is over, but I needed a place to share. We lost our cat Aurora two nights ago to what we've been told was a stroke. She had recently been diagnosed with a hyperthyroid and we were told with her meds could still expect 3-5 good years. We have two other kitties and she was their leader. I think she might have been ours too. I just can't stop missing her because everything in our apartment reminds me she's not here. She understood my husband and I so well. She knew she could rough house with him and she could always count on me for endless cuddles. I'd always contort to let her get in my lap. She was a notorious scavenger despite being named for a princess. She would snatch food from a plate, though she grew to become a beggar with finesse. In the middle of the night she would find scraps out of the trash or push the butter tray open to gobble up as much as she wanted. If she wanted something, she would find a way to get it or wake us up in the process to be fed again. haha! We watched the crafting livestream this weekend with Aurora in lap. When Christine mentioned the contest, my husband asked me about it since he doesn't follow our Patreon that closely. He took no time in answering, "That's easy. Aurora and I would haunt the kitchen and eat as many midnight snacks as we wanted." Yesterday we had cold cuts and hot wings in her honor. Those were some of her favorite things to snatch off a plate. I know all of the folks who posted here would really understand how awful this is. I miss my friend so much. She's the first creature I would turn to when I was upset. All these stories have been weirdly comforting. It's just nice to not feel alone.

Jasmine Gomez

2020-03-26 20:16:54 +0000 UTC

I forgot to mention that Maggie and I would haunt my daughter's house because I told her when I died I wanted (1) a Medusa headstone with my long hair as snakes (or) (2) to be taxidermied and sitting on her sofa with a cocktail in my hand, my wardrobe changed with the seasons and used as a Halloween prop. She wasn't on board with option 2 so I'd haunt her until she changed her mind ;-)

Yvette Gray

2020-03-24 00:34:23 +0000 UTC

I'm entering this contest in memory of my precious German Shepherd Maggie. Maggie was an extreme criminal abuse case. I helped out a local German Shepherd rescue with their critical care dogs and when I read her story, I had to help her. She was found broken to pieces and left to die at a shelter. It was determined that she was tied up in a backyard and used for target practice. She had multiple BB pellets in her body. and was skin and bones She managed to escape with a 2 pound chain around her neck only to be hit by a car. Her back and shoulder were broken. She was paralyzed, emaciated, frightened of everything and everyone. She was taken to the shelter and left to die. Unable to move, she laid on a cold concrete floor in her own waste with no pain medication until her 3 day hold was up and then would be put to sleep. The rescue pulled her just before she was going to be euthanized. She went through multiple surgeries and I took her home to try to give her a comfortable place to pass if that was her fate. But her will to live was STRONG. She was terrified of everything and her tail needed to be amputated in order to see if her nerves would regenerate in the hopes of her being able to walk again. She was also incontinent from being paralyzed. I bought an above ground pool to do water therapy with her which helped tremendously with her recovery. My 3 dogs would lay next to her crate every day and she watched them to learn how to eat from a bowl, play with toys and learn to be a dog. She started to thrive. After a while, she started to move her legs. Then she was able to stand, then she was able to walk. She was no longer incontinent. I cried a million tears. She was supposed to be my foster and not expected to live. Not only did she live, she exceeded all our expectations in learning to trust people again, to walk again and finally to run again. She became so attached to me and my dogs that we decided she was where she needed to be. She was my miracle dog and the sweetest soul ever. I lost her last October very unexpectedly due to an infection and possible cancer just before Halloween at the age of 12. I am still grieving her and always will. She was my Mr. Biggles. She was one in a million and even though she had been through hell and back, she emerged as a true fighter with a loving spirit and heart. Thank you for considering her for this contest. I'd set up shop at my daughter's house with Maggie. I told my daughter I either had to have a Madusa headstone or she'd have to stuff me and set me on her sofa with a drink in my hand and change my wardrobe with the seasons and use me as a Halloween prop. She wasn't on board with option 2 so Maggie and I would haunt her until she changed her mind ;-)

Yvette Gray

2020-03-24 00:07:59 +0000 UTC

I lost my Lily in November. She was getting old and was sick, but she was mauled by a dog in front of me. It was incredibly traumatic, and I miss her ever day. She had the habit of sitting on your chest while you were trying to fall asleep. I'm a stomach sleeper and never wanted to disturb her, so I became a back sleeper. I'd set up shop with Lil in some dog owners house and randomly sit on them while they slept. She'd love that.

Traveling Tenor Drummer

2020-03-23 11:20:20 +0000 UTC

I'm not sure if the contest is still open but I want to share anyway: I lost my darling albino corn snake, aptly named Ghost, a few years ago. She's had gorgeous pink and white scales that simmered in the sun and a pair of red eyes that used look up at me from beneath her bedding. She was feisty at first, rattling her tail at me to mimic a rattlesnake but she warmed up to me and loved to nap on my lap or climb into my hair. Unfortunately, she was also an aspiring escape artist and was always was hiding at the top of her cage in hope to get out. I got her a bigger enclosure because she was a growing girl and she was a smarter than me, so she found her way out one night, no where to be found. The only trace she left behind was a shed under my couch. In one way, I hope she's still prowling the house. Only coming at night and finding the lost places in my home, but I also hope she got that taste of freedom she always wanted. Maybe she's protecting my garden from unwanted moles. Either way if we ever crossed paths again, I wouldn't be to tell if Ghost truly became her namesake as shes always been ethereal to me.

Deja Thomas

2020-03-23 01:01:17 +0000 UTC

My darling bunny Holly would be my companion in the afterlife. I call her my 'familiar' now. I got her from a rescue home and she is an elegant and beautiful albino rabbit, pure white, like an Arctic hare. She's so intelligent; comes when called and goes where you point. She even taught her husbun how to use the litter tray! She lives my son, and when he moved into his big boys bedroom, she was very concerned, and split the night between our room and his so she could guard us all. In January, in a mysterious accident in the garden, she broke a back leg. The vet recommended amputation. I was heartbroken, as she was so athletic and capable. I went to collect her from the vets and the fluff around her eyes was wet as though she had been crying I burst into tears as did my son and we drove home together, a pathetic boo-hooing car load! As brave as ever, she recovered amazingly and can still leap onto the sofa and bed. We're closer than ever and she likes to join me at bedtime when I have tea and chocolate and of course I share. Now she sleeps on my bed and I feel her mountaineering over my legs in the night and then snuggling down. She's so muscular, I always said when she ran down the hall to the bedroom, it was like a child running. So we'd haunt landings and bedrooms, scampering along at night and she'd leap into their bed if we were seen, they would say it looked like a witch with an elegant rabbit for a familiar...

Charlotte Meyer

2020-03-22 18:26:16 +0000 UTC

I wasn't going to share, because my sweet calico kitty Cali hasn't passed. But she has been an integral part of my life during the most difficult time I've had to survive. Almost 11 years ago, my mother had a hemorrhagic stroke. I was told that is the worst kind to have and most people don't survive. My mother did. I became her champion and care giver and was with her thru a long recovery. I took a leave of absence from work and a loan on my 401K in order to be there for her. It took time, but she recovered with only some vision issues. A year and a half after her stroke, she started to behave oddly. It took a little over a year to finally diagnose Lewy Bodies Dementia. This is what Robin Williams also suffered with. It was described to me as a cousin to Parkinson's and Alzheimer's with a nice dose of paranoia thrown in. There would be no recovering from this disease. My world became all about my mother. Near the end when my emotions were stretched thin, I decided I needed some one to love that would love me unconditionally. So i logged onto the human society site and did a search for rescue cats that were up for adoption in my area. I specifically wanted an older cat that wouldn't trip up my mother as i feared a young kitten would be too rambunctious. I found my sweet Cali at a rescue called "Rebecca's Rainbows". They took in pets from terminally ill people and find the pets new homes. Cali's previous owner was dying from liver cancer and his sister had brought in Cali along with her two brothers to the shelter. The two brothers went to a barn home and Cali waited at the shelter for 6 months until i found her. She was 11 when i adopted her. I swear she is a person in a cats body. A few months after I had adopted her, I say we saved each other, she started to have medical issues. I can be a bit of a bulldog when it comes to healthcare and refused to accept "we don't know what it is, but take this pill". After many tests, she was diagnosed with small cell lymphoma of the intestines. That was 5 years ago and Cali is doing well! She saved me when I needed her, and I will do my best to keep her healthy. My guess is she is like your Mr. Biggles. She seems more human than cat. There is an old soul in that kitty.

Sonja Tompkins

2020-03-22 18:21:30 +0000 UTC

If me and my pets were ghosts I think we would go to as many haunted houses and scare people who go to those house for a scare or investigations. We would spend of our time haunting and having tea in between

Janaya

2020-03-22 17:48:51 +0000 UTC

My baby Rocky died a little over two years ago. We met on May 10, 2010 when I got to watch his mother deliver him. He was black and white and beautiful. My family tossed around names and I suggested Rocky. (My dad made me a fan of the “Rocky” movies) after that he was my kitten to take care of. My best friend and soulmate we became. I was just 9 years old when he was born, and he left this world when I was 27. I miss him so very much. He slept with me every night. He was such a loving kitty that he’d always go around and say hi to all the humans in his house, but he always settled on my lap last. He’d wake me up at 5:30 in the morning when he’d be on a ledge right outside my bedroom window. When you opened the blinds you could see his head looking around the window frame. When you opened the window to talk to him he’d rub himself up against the screen so he could feel your hand through the screen. He loved sleeping under the covers, and very often, right next to my head. Many mornings I woke up with no pillow and “beau beaus” (his nickname) hogging the whole thing and looking very content about it. As years went on he greeted me when I came home from school by sitting on the front step every day. We talked a lot and I know he knew what I was saying. After one of my many fights with my mom, he’d come find me crying in my room. He’d sit on my lap, look up at me, and I swear he was so close to speaking. His gaze was soft and sweet with all the expression of “I love you”. After I graduated and moved out, every time I came home it was like no time had passed at all. He always found me and slept with me, and like old times hogged my pillow. Any time I sat down he was quick to jump up and claim my lap. If I came into the house after being gone, he’d talk my ear off and tell me all about his day. One day I came home to visit and he had gone. He left a few days before and didn’t come back. I know he went somewhere peaceful so he could pass to his next life. I miss him so much that I cry whenever I think about all he did for me. He helped me survive and contentious home. He loved me unconditionally, truly unconditionally. Near the end of his life I made sure to always say goodbye to him as if it would be the last time. I like to think that as he was moving on he pictured me and his family and that it gave him some peace. I’m sorry this was so long, but I haven’t had the chance to talk about him because a lot of people don’t understand that he is family. He really is my soulmate. If we could be together right now we’d haunt my husband. My hubby has an allergy to cats and is not much of a cat person (crazy I know🙄) and whenever we visited Rocky would sit next to him and stare at him. Rocky was used to being able to visit everyone’s lap, now that there was a human who didn’t want to, he glared and waited to be able to sneak a sit. We’d have so much fun driving my hubs nuts. He died when he was 17 years old and he’d been mine ( or according to him, I’m his) since I watched him enter this world. I miss Rocky and I cannot wait until we meet again. ❤️

Holly Bagley

2020-03-22 00:14:05 +0000 UTC

I lost my black pug Winston a few years ago. What happened was do to my situation at the time I had to find him a new home and the tragedy was, he died not long after. I never got to see him again. I miss and think about him a lot. I wish the situation had been different. If we were reunited as ghosts together We could take a never ending walk together and explore and haunt different homes and places. Winston and I would see all the different people with all their drama and see how they live.

Brenda Hunt

2020-03-21 23:53:19 +0000 UTC

My beautiful baby fluff Sadie. I lost her about a year ago and I'm still missing her dearly. She knew we were pregnant before we did and since that day she was my baby girl and not my husband's anymore. We had been trying for 9 years and she knew before us. If we could meet up and cause trouble together, it would be haunting my husband. He pouts when the cats leave him and come to me. So we would do everything we could do to torment him lol Nothing too horrible, just a bit annoying. But we had so much fun driving him crazy together. We had her since she was born, she was 13 years old.

Melissa Sanchez

2020-03-21 22:42:57 +0000 UTC

I cant pick a favorite. It's to hard and I've lost so many over the years from old age and illnesses. I like to think they are waiting for me over the rainbow bridge. I think the death that haunts me the most is my Sunshine. She was only six when she passed away suddenly. I didnt have the money at the time to get an autopsy done to find out what happened saddly. I was 20 and in college. Working full time and trying to do school full time as well. Though my parents were nice enough to have her privately cremated for me. I still cant help feeling that I could have done something to save her. The vet couldn't be sure if it was one of her seizures that finally did her in or if she had eaten some kind of poison. She had the most amazing fur and these bright eyes. She had this big orange dot on her head which is why I named her Sunshine lol. She really was the sunshine in my life. It rained the day she died and it kept raining until her ashes came home. I knew as soon as the sun was out that she was home. Even before my mom had told me she had picked them up on her way home from work. I think I'll always regret not knowing if i could have saved her. I talk to her all the time still. Along with my other babies who have passed and are keeping her company. When I do pass I hope we can haunt my poppops house in Capemay. It's right by the beach with a big yard and lots of sunny spots. We'd spend our days playing and snuggling. Then at night we'd go and make lots of creepy stalker noises to mess with the neighbors. Maybe move some trash cans roll down some car windows. Sunshine loved to knock stuff off of counters. I miss them all so much. All of them. It's not fair that furbabies don't live as long as us but maybe that's so we have a chance to love more of them over our life time.

Caitlyn ODonnell

2020-03-21 18:56:56 +0000 UTC

Clementine was my special girl. In 1993, I was a wife and mother of 3 wonderful children I decided to follow my passion of becoming a surgical nurse. It was wonderful and I was flourishing. In my 2nd year I started feeling poorly. I thought I had the flu but it lingered. I spiraled down and my doctor thought I had arthritis. I was totally confused by what was happening and sunk into a deep depression. Christmas was coming and on top of that we were in the process of buying a new home. My mother flew in and stayed for 2 months to help us with the transition. At this point I could only walk a short distance with a cane and had to use a wheel chair for outings. The pain was non stop. Christmas arrived and trying to be as positive as possible for my family, my husband presented me with an unusual gift. There she was, all fat and snuggly. An 8 week old pug!! OMG! I was mixed with joy and fear. Would I be able to raise a pug puppy when I could barely walk? After holding her all day I knew I couldn't part with her. She turned out to be the sweetest and easiest dog we ever had. She potty trained almost immediately. When I slept she slept. It's almost like she became part of me a knew what i was going through, plus she had my 3 children to play with too. 5 years later I finally was diagnosed with lymes disease. I went through 18 months of treatments, but they were not a permanent cure. Clementine was always by my side. She had the cutest snore and grunts. 14 years went by so quickly and clementine was now showing her age. I would have great times of remission from lymes and it was during that time she needed me. She became the patient and I comforted her. I had a chance to repay her for all her faithfulness and company. She was a friend, child , sibling and companion to us all. She passed in the spring of 2008. She is still very present in our thoughts and hearts. She could never be replaced. Funny thing, while shopping at homegoods I found a bronze colored statue of a pug in a lying on it's belly just the way she always did. I bought it immediately and now she is lying under my bed peeking out like clementine always did. I still suffer with post lymes disease and am now retired from teaching. Clementine retired too.

Pamala S Gillis

2020-03-21 15:55:02 +0000 UTC

I lost my baby Duncan last year. He was a beautiful long-haired black cat. Not completely black. I think we would haunt old mansions. He would be the mouse catcher or up on top of kitchen cabinets meowing for help down. Maybe even running around and up curtains like someone lit a cherry bomb up his bum. I would chase him or play with the lasey beam with him. Watch him chase that damn red dot. Or lay him on the bed and let him start out on my chest but watch him roll into the crick (?) of my arm. His paw reaching out for my face. Gotta go wipe the tears now.

Katelynn VanGrinsven

2020-03-21 14:09:16 +0000 UTC

I don't know if I'm too late for this, but I'm going to share my story anyway. When I first read this contest, I just felt it was for me. But I wasn't ready to write all this. Because I knew it'd be hard. But... I lost my furry "sister" last year too. I keep counting the months wondering when the magical time is that I will "get over" losing her, but I don't believe that time will ever come. Phoebe was my first foster dog (I went on to place 14 other dogs in homes while working with this foster group) and was extremely hard to place. She was super cute: small, white with a perfect circle on her side, little Dorito ears, and the saddest brown eyes you ever saw. But she was timid and would nip and hated men. I soon realized that Phoebe wasn't going to find her person in the adoption applications... because I was her person. She was the most precious little fur-monster I ever met. She was always with me, whether it was at my feet as I moved from room to room, in my lap or by my side as I worked, or standing guard while I brushed my teeth or used the toilet. She was always down to snuggle while I read - sometimes I'd read out loud to her - or watched TV. She had this funny way of chewing her tongue after giving a good howl and would get foam on her bottom lip from randomly licking the air. I miss all these little things about her... poking mounds of covers to see if they growl because she's made herself a cover cave and is buried beneath them...there are so many tiny ways she was a part of my life and it physically hurts that she's not here anymore. I don't know why she chose me to be her human but I'm so glad she did. If Phoebe and I were to haunt somewhere... it would definitely be someplace with tons of blankets. Probably our beach house. We'd be curled up on the bed with piles of blankets and if you sat near us, you'd hear a growl for interrupting our cuddle sesh.

Rebecca

2020-03-21 05:07:19 +0000 UTC

Venus my sheepdog and i would haunt disneyland! She loves to run and play hide and seek! She also loved water, so we would probably haunt the pirates of the Caribbean ride! My dog died while i was deployed so i never got to say goodbye, but i know thats probably where she would be.

Katrina

2020-03-21 04:09:30 +0000 UTC

Aww thats so sweet :)

Katrina

2020-03-21 04:04:10 +0000 UTC

Harlequin, my chihuahua/rat terrier mix and I would haunt a water park somewhere. She could nip at people's ankles as they walked between rides and steal bites of their food and I would be in that one empty tube that's always in the lazy river by itself.

Aurora Gununderson

2020-03-21 03:25:25 +0000 UTC

I lost my beloved 15-year-old kitty Boris last August. We were so close, it was like we shared a brain. From when he was 8 weeks old until his elder years, he liked to suckle at my palm as though he was nursing, just drooling away, purring contentedly and kneading my hand with his paws. So if we were ghosts together, I think we could set up shop in a park, because nature is lovely, and there’d be lots of birds and squirrels for him to watch and chase. He could also suckle the hands of anybody who’d visit the park, and the sensations would confuse them very much.

Carrie A.

2020-03-21 01:56:33 +0000 UTC

If Guini (my departed other half cat spirit) and I haunted a place together it would be at my mom’s house. We’d poop in her flowerpots but it made her crazy when Guini did that as a kitten.

Melissa Schroeder

2020-03-21 00:56:31 +0000 UTC

Ducky (dead kitty was 23) and I haunt everyone that has ever hurt a cat! We do it “Taken” style ... “I don't have money... but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a lifetime. Skills that make US a nightmare for people like you. WE WILL KNOCK OVER EVERYTHING YOU OWN ... FOR ETERNITY

Mandy Spitzer

2020-03-20 22:32:04 +0000 UTC

I think I Missed the cut off... but I spent time writing this up! So here it is!

Heather Turner

2020-03-20 18:16:27 +0000 UTC

The Haunting of Jamonie. True love story of the after life. My Jamonie girl and I would would of course go back in time to haunt among the living. We already spent time with the people of today. I’m thinking 1920’s Chicago. She was an elegant girl. She had a strut like Louise Brooks. Often wearing her Coco Chanel Trousers. However, she would also shit on your carpet...this made her edgy. So we started a side gig. We called it the Squeakeasy. She named it after her beloved rubber pig. So of course every night after a long tiress day of walking the streets of Chicago showing off our furs, Badger fur of course. She was good at catching them. We would head home to our multi-flat Chicago Greystone and make wine in our basement. As you know liquor was outlawed at the time. It was Prohibition! I tried not to use the term bootleggers, my girl was after all, a dachshund. Not known for her height...boots didn’t suit her figure. She was a little sensitive. After all she was larger then life in her own mind. I didn’t want to ruin that for her. In the middle of the night we would jump into our 1920 Rolls Royce Silver Ghost Open Tourer. She liked to feel the wind blow through her ears. We would drive around and sell our wine. Of course we never get caught, after all we were ghosts. Only the most deserving believers would see us and partake in our grape wine. Jamonie, knowing grapes were poisonous, never partook. However she did enjoy carrying grapes around the house. She would take great care in her grape. Her passion came through in her wine. We would haunt the streets of Chicago, often traveling back to modern time to ensure our living loved ones were washing there hands and staying 6 feet apart. My life has never been the same without my sweet girl! But her personality was one of a kind and forever changed my life! I miss you Jamonie!

Heather Turner

2020-03-20 18:15:21 +0000 UTC

We just lost our beloved orange tabby cat, Bongo, to kidney failure two weeks ago. His most favoritest thing in the whole wide world was cuddling, which meant that bedtime was the best time of day. He would come downstairs at nine o'clock every night to remind us it was his bedtime, and we should join him. He would always want to play as we were laying down, getting feisty with every sheet movement. Making the bed was especially joyful. His eyes would get big and he would fight tooth and claw with the sheets we were stretching across the mattress. As such, we think the purrfect place for us to set up shop to haunt the living together would be in an old Bed & Breakfast. Here is the story of us haunting an old B&B, where Bongo could have multiple bedtimes and new friends to meet every day: The bed sheets at this bed and breakfast were never quite right. The staff had given up trying for a perfect flat sheet and there would always be one corner not quite flush with the bed. Every tug they pulled at one end would be followed by a slide and pull at the other. Every flutter of the sheets as they fluffed them above the bed would take just a little too long to fall back to the bed itself. Once they would finish the rooms and the new guests would begin to arrive, the softly padded thumps on the stairs would return with each new face through the front door. The guests rarely heard them, but the staff knew who it was. Staff would notice guests look at their pant legs occasionally as if something had touched them only to shrug it off as nothing at all. Again, the staff recognized their friendly phantom pet. As dinner would wrap up at night and the clock struck nine, the familiar padded thumps on the stairs would be faintly heard but, at night, they would quietly continue on the rugs and old wood floors until the first guest headed to their room. It was then that the staff would have to explain the louder, excited paw-steps away as, "just the pipes expanding in the walls. Good night!" But they all knew that Bongo was hurriedly headed for the room to be the charming host he always was. As the guests would pull back the sheets, they would usually notice a lump that would form under the sheet they pulled away, some would even swear they saw it move. As they settled in, comments about the weighted blanket would enter their minds as they felt welcome, warm, and wanted. "The beds here just felt like love," was often repeated in the log book downstairs.

Rhea May

2020-03-20 16:42:05 +0000 UTC

I also feel the need to say thank you. Losing my tabby boy was one of the hardest deaths I ever experienced. I was pet-less for 2 years, but after your apron episode with all your kitten helpers, I was inspired to open my heart to adopt another cat. I now have a goofy black kitten, who still needs a name (we're just calling him "the Void" or "the Darkness" for now), and he's the BEST. So we both thank you for that, you're a pretty special lady in more ways than you know.

Brandi Rawluk

2020-03-20 05:40:25 +0000 UTC

My old tabby cat, Sir Gabriel, was addicted to salami, keilbassa and any Euro styled wiener, just like my grandpa. He passed away at the old age of 21years, and my gypsy grandpa at 91, so I guess there's something about the Sausage Diet that keeps you eternally young. I think we'd be a ghostly goth trio, haunting the shoulders of old Babas making sausage, or bros barbequing hotdogs. You'd hear the violin play and the meowing of our song "Meooooooooooooo nom nom nom" right before your sausage mysteriously DISAPPEARS forever.

Brandi Rawluk

2020-03-20 05:28:41 +0000 UTC

I might have missed the time frame on this one but this story is near and dear to my heart. I worked at a hospital in the labor and delivery unit for 6 years. Some of those days were filled with joy and some filled with tears but I’ll never for get the families that were there to adopt a baby or using a surrogate mother. I have 3 beautiful children and just thought about those family that couldn’t have children so I decide I wanted to change a families life by being a surrogate mother. I picked a family that had zero children and frozen embryos so basically I was just the oven. We got pregnant on our first try of IVF. At the first sonogram it showed we where double lucky! Yep twins and I carried them up to 38 weeks when there was just no room left. We had a c-section with a 7lb boy and a 6lb girl. Now everyone asks me if it was hard to let them go home (only 3 days in the hospital) and my answer is always nope. I started looking at dogs 2yrs prior to the twins and I fell in love with the French bulldog but could never afford one. when the twins where born they got their babies and I got my baby Frenchie. Tyson filled that need to take care of a baby and he truly was my son. He went everywhere with me and would wait for me in the window everyday. My mom would come down and get him in the golf cart so he could take a ride with nana. We lost him at the age of 9 due to an allergic reaction to a oral flea medication. It was a loss I wasn’t prepared for and to loss a child is a hurt that never really goes away. So today the twins are 15 and I’m grateful for the time I had with Tyson Ok so for a place we would haunt, definitely our car because this little buddy loved to go bye bye. He knew the difference by what I was where if I was going to work or staying home. So when it was time to take kids to school if I had Pjs on there was no stopping him from riding along. He was only 22lbs so he would stand half on the back seat and half on the center console so he could see out. Now if you didn’t take him you would come home to something chewed up as to say take that lady! He loved going through drive throughs because he was so darn cute people asked can he have a treat and that was he highlight of the drive! I have a video of me asking him if he wanted to go see nana and he would literally grab the leash and pull you as to say let’s go lady nana has cheese!

Desiree Coon

2020-03-20 03:01:49 +0000 UTC

My dear Jackson and I were always looking for late night snacks growing up so its safe to say we both would be haunting a food market. When people would go to grab a treat from a vendor, a paw would jump out and swap them before they could even touch the item.

Kylee Winn

2020-03-20 02:39:53 +0000 UTC

When I meet my black cat, Eartha Kitty beyond the rainbow bridge, her and I will haunt peoples kitchens and livingrooms. We will blair the music from Fantasia, I will be mopping (so it looks like a haunted mop) while she gives them a nice licked up do while sitting on their shoulder, her 2 favorite past times. Now the people we haunt will wonder, wait is this a good thing or a bad thing?. I would appreciate any free cleaning I could get. My husband plans to haunt Starbucks with our dog, Sabre, so he can have endless pupachinos.

Crystal Nuthall

2020-03-20 02:31:10 +0000 UTC

We’ve loved a lot a furry friends that will be part of our hearts for forever but one extra special man was Larry the Opossum! We found Larry when he was the tiniest little man because unfortunately his poor mama had been hit by a car. We didn’t know but an outdoor we took care of alerted us to him outside! I called every vet/wildlife place I could find but no one was open and Larry needed immediate help. So I cut up an old Dogtown shirt to make a pouch to carry him around in and proceed to feed him every hour with a dropper. He miraculously made it through the night, then a week and then became part of our family! Larry grew into a giant, fluffy, loving man! He went on vacations with us, laid in our laps to watch tv, chased us through the house and slept in bed with us haha He was my best friend and honestly was so intertwined with every part of our lives that he actually helped me get ready to be a mama. I feel like if we were ghosts, Larry would honestly want to haunt a bed haha It was his favorite place to be. We would come home and he would actually be sleeping with his head on the pillow! I would not be mad at that choice of haunting spots because I would totally enjoy a nap haha Long live Larry Bear the Opossum 💗

Christine Fury

2020-03-20 02:00:25 +0000 UTC

I lost my baby last year in October. Her name was Barbie and she was a tiny chihuahua, she was my Bestfriend. She had big ears and was tan and white. We would make a cheap magic shop our go-to haunt spot. People will come in looking for gimmicky magic toys but will instead leave with cursed objects. My little witch and I would manifest energy into plastic wands and decks of cards. And if a crystal shop opens up next door, even better, we’ll put energy into some amethysts and rose quartz too! Thank you for being you creep queen ♡

liz la leo

2020-03-20 00:46:45 +0000 UTC

Thanks to pet loving parents, kind landlords and a patient husband I have never lived a day of my life without at least one dog or cat close by. I’m 45 now so that’s quite a few best friends I have lost but none have left quite the hole and heartache my sweet kitten that we lost after having him for only 3 months. Mr Scrummy’s House of Pies or Scrummy for short has been gone just over a uear now and my eyes still swim with tears at the thought or mention of him. He came in to our lives just after our dog had her spleen removed and we thought we might lose her. Scrummy became best friends with our dog, slept in my husband’s beard and loved to lounge in my bosom. He developed FIP after we had him for 2 months and he declined rapidly as there is no treatment or cure. Our hearts broke. I still wonder what he would have looked like fully grown. The lost time and brief moment we had with him still hurts so much. So one day in death I will see him again. I’ll get to see him grown into his unruly fur and big ears. We will haunt the local library knocking books to the floor, singing cat songs to annoy the librarians and mimicking birds like he used to when I would head to bed. The loss of Scrummy changed us all but most especially my older cat Pidge who was rather aloof before but has become quite the snuggle bug.

Cariushka

2020-03-20 00:42:26 +0000 UTC

I had a beautiful Siamese cat named Reggie - he will always be "the one" no matter how many cats I have after him. I lost him about 10 years ago; he had a BIG personality! The funniest thing he would do would be to hide behind furniture and jump out at people and grab their ankles, I swear he almost laughed when he did it! So, I think if Reggie and I were ghosts together, I would find a place where he could jump out at people and scare them, and we would laugh together. He also had a fuzzy ball cat toy that he would play fetch with - he would bring that ball back for me to throw for hours. I would love to have a chance to play with him again, I miss him so much!

Ann Stolfa

2020-03-20 00:30:06 +0000 UTC

My Abe Kitty passed away very unexpectedly Saturday, November 30th, of last year. It was incredibly traumatic for me. Myself, Abe, and, his sister, Holly were supposed to go together, years from now. He was 13 years old and I adopted him and Holly when they were 3 months old. I was 23 years old and we grew up together. They were my constants. His most recent nickname was The Godfather (his other was Vampire Abe because he was a night owl). He would perch on the upstairs balcony and overlook us downstairs; he was the boss. He let it be known when he needed his meals with loud meows and demanded cheeks scratches. Two nights before he crossed over, I had a dream in the middle of the night that he got hurt and as I was checking on him, I realized that Holly was unresponsive. I lost it and rushed her to the vet and my mom, who was with me, saying, 'it's too late, it's too late.' I woke up in a cold sweat. The next day, I gave my kitties extra attention and vowed to spend more time with them. On Saturday afternoon, I went to check on the food situation and found Abe unresponsive on his cat bed. I screamed and cried and we rushed him to the emergency vet. They tried to revive him, but he was gone to us in this physical world. I was a mess, defeated. He left a hole in our home, in our hearts. I had him cremated and I would obsessively collect his little tuffs of hair and few whiskers I would find all around the house that I keep with his urn. I was really mad, but then I remembered the time I went to an energy healer and she saw two cats dancing with butterflies. She assumed they were beloved pets that had already crossed, but I told her they were my current kitties. And then the dream, two nights before. He was trying to warn me that his time was nearing to an end here. I realized that Abe and I had a bond, psychic connection, already so I told him to send me butterflies as a sign he is ok and happy and still around. Now, I see butterflies everywhere. If we were ghosts together, and will be one day, we would haunt our family and Holly, his sister. We would mostly haunt their dreams, with lots of butterflies. Our old dog, Tsumi, would join in the fun too. He crossed over in 2012 and was the only dog Abe was ok with. -Jenna, Thank you so much for offering this contest and idea to envision our beloved pets romping around with us again. I have been wanting to have a portrait made of him and I love that you did have one made for your beloved cat. They are so much more than pets.

Jenna Miller

2020-03-19 21:51:48 +0000 UTC

My cat Simon and I would haunt my parents house! We could play in the back yard and he could eat all the grass he wants without getting sick 😂

Tori

2020-03-19 21:42:34 +0000 UTC

My sweet baby Miss Kitty passed away almost 3 years ago now. She loved to sit on the patio in the sun. So if we were ghosts together we would visit gardens and forests and nap in sunbeams and chase after birds and buggies (the only word she knew!), but never harm them, and then nap some more.

Jill Poudrette

2020-03-19 21:31:43 +0000 UTC

Gosh so many amazing fur babies! My family dog was like a physic sis. She would watch me sleeping when she knew I was going to be ill and looked out for me when I was younger. As teenagers we'd go to the beach when the tide was out and run on the wet sand - she'd love it. When she was older and needed a quiet place to hide from the hoover she'd come sit with me. My human sister was her play mate but I was her quiet companion. So if we were ghosts together I think we would go for long walks on the beach in the eerie hours, watching over random people them when they sleep... its meant to be in a nice way but guaranteed to creep people out - like proper ghosts should!

PB Goodfate

2020-03-19 21:07:55 +0000 UTC

I thought I posted this last night, but do not see it today. Apologize if it's a double post.

Adrienne

2020-03-19 18:59:09 +0000 UTC

It was coyotes. Out on their midnight walk, it was just the two of them enjoying the especially special moonless night, Max the Cat and his Mom. 20 years, can you believe? How lucky to share life with the same being for so long. Such a rare and incredible joy to spend such time together. Too lost in the moment, realization too late, the wind carried suddenly the grumbling growls of the alpha pack that roamed the pecan field Max and his mom would nightly walk. Together, so unafraid, they embraced paw in hand for their sudden fate. No pain could conquer the power of love, nor the eternal gratitude of a life well spent. Friends until the very end. Difficult weeks after, in the evening sunlight of the living room at the old Nasturtium house, Cooper the Belgian Sheepdog slowly opens his eyes, grateful for another day’s passing. “How many more can there be? How long have they been gone? I miss them so much” Cooper thought as he drifted in and out of consciousness for several more hours. He awakens around 10pm hungry, needing to go out soon. The sound of munching kibble awakens Trixie Cat. Weary from the last few weeks of pain, she’s stepped outside of her usual adventurous self and towards a more couch-like approach soaking in as many sun rays as possible through the old algae stained windows. “Did you sleep?” She inquired of Copper while she pawed around her kibble bowl admiring the simplicity of each kernel. “I guess you can call it sleep” Cooper exhaled, “It’s more of a dark tunnel where the end seems distant”. “Distant indeed” agreed, Trixie finally taking a nibble. An abrupt sound interrupted their solem and contemplative kibble much. “What is that!” Cooper barked intimidatingly, fearing the worst: the coyote pack is back to finish them all off. Trixie quickly jumped behind Cooper in a rare moment of fear. “Where is Minimum?” Cooper assertively asks, shortly realizing Minimum the Cat is still deep asleep in his tattered bed, un-phased by the commotion. “Enough!” Cooper barks, “I will not let this pack harass us any longer. Time to deal with them all!” Cooper thrust open the door ready to attack only to find the empty night filled with the sounds of cicadas. Heart finally calming, and ready to close the door, Trixie pawses the door gazing out on the porch with curiosity. “What’s that?” she points out. There, on the back porch that overlooks the field filled with pecan trees adorn with Spanish moss, was a package. Closer inspection revealed objects that evoked the emotions of love and happiness. Emotions they found hard to come by in the weeks after the death of Mom and Max. A pack of green bones for Cooper, a scratch pad for Trixie, a new bed for Minimum who’s rotundness had worn out the mattress of his old bed so it no longer provides sufficient support. “Where is this from? Who Left this here?” They wondered inspecting each item and surveying the porch area for answers. Finding no clues to the mysterious package on the porch, the two brought the items inside for further inspection. Olfactory senses at the top of their game, the smell coming from the package of goods surprisingly confused Cooper. The scent was a familiar scent. “This smells like Mom” they both thought “But how?”. Exhausted and giving up for the night, Trixie curls up next to Minimum who’s been asleep, peaceful and uninterrupted, the whole time. “I’ll never understand how he does it,” Trixie thinks as she drifts off to sleep. Attempting to resist his fatigue, Cooper pondered how the package actually got on the porch, and why it smelled of Mom. Could it be the coyote pack messing with them, cruelly torturing them only weeks after? “I’ll get them once I figure this all out” he grumbles while failing the resistance to fall asleep. “I'll get them all”. Morning and afternoon came and went. Not realizing how late the discovery and confusion around it took place the night before, Cooper awakes in the late afternoon, tummy rumbling for a snack. Trixie is still napping in the last rays of the afternoon sun. The sound of Minimum munching his 4th meal kibble enters Cooper’s groggy head. “Thank you for the new bed Cooper! It’s comfy!” “I’m glad you like it Minimum, but it’s not from me.” “Thank you Trixie!” Minimum says with a big grin, kibble in his teeth. Cooper raises a brown at that thought, “No, not Trixie either”. Confused, but more interested in giving his new bed a test run, Minimum places his right paw on the mattress, “I think it was nice of her”. “I told you already, it wasn’t Trixie”. Cooper firmly reiterates. “Not Trixie Mom.” “What did you say cat?!”Too late. Minimum already slipped into another of his deep slumbers, uninterruptible by the loudest of noise. Cooper contemplates what Minimum just said as he nozzled over his sweet potatoes, a comfort food to help him process the events of the night before. “Couldn’t be. I wish, but it just couldn't be. I’ll be waiting tonight”. Around 10pm, Cooper begins to prepare for the night. He and Trixie set up near the back window overlooking the field, all the lights of the house off laying in wait for anything unusual. The night is clear, but silent. So silent, that it’s hard for both Trixie and Cooper to keep their weary eyes open. Opting to take the first shift, Copper keeps watch over the field.Something about the night is definitely mysterious, but what? “Cooper!” Trixie meows loudly in astonishment at what laid outside in front of them. There, on the porch again, was another package. More green bones and a frisbee for Cooper, treats and savory wet food for Minimum and Trixie. “How did this happen?” Cooper yelped. “You fell asleep genius”, asserted Trixie as she inspected the newly left package. “Look at this”, she narrowed down on the savory wet food. A tiny orange hair lay across one of the cans of food. “MINIMUM!!” they both shout uproariously. So uproarious, Minimum is actually startled awake. “What’s the meaning of this? Why would you do this to us?” Trixie demanded, claw extended. “Whaaa?” Minimum yawns as he opens his eyes to Trixie’s claws near his face. “We found an orange hair on the mysterious package. Explain yourself.” Minimum sleepily focuses on the hair. Sure enough it was orange. “This is a waste of time.” Trixie states plucking a hair from Minimum’s orange noggin to perform a comparison between the orange hair found on the mystery package. Examining both hairs close, Cooper and Trixie find that the hairs are different: the hair from Minimums head is long and thin, the hair from the can was short and coarse. “They are not the same” Cooper barked in disbelief. “Nothing gets by you”murmured Trixie. Tired of the shenanigans, the three go outside to search both porch and yard for clues the second night in a row. Ready to give up and go inside, Trixie and Minimum make their way to the door dissatisfied with the results of an hour-long search. Determined, Cooper surveys the yard once more . “Wait.” Trixie and Minimum stop at the tone in Cooper’s voice. There towards the edge of the gate were footprints, more than one set, leaving the yard towards the dark field. “Nope” says Trixie, still triggered from that horrendous night. “I’m not going out there,and neither are..”, but before she could finish and put her paw down, Cooper swung open the gate and followed the prints. “Damn it” moaned Trixie, dragging Minimum with her. “Strength in numbers”. The night was starless, but you could make out the path, especially when the fireflies flew past. Sticking closely together, they traverse through the moss covered pecan trees, ignoring the eerie creaks of the branches. The familiar darkness, the mysterious orange hair, the familiar smell. What does it all mean, they wondered suppressing the fear they had of the night. That's when they heard the only sound that would stop them in their tracks. The cackles of the coyote pack. And they were moving in fast. “Get behind me '' 'Cooper protectively shouts, determined to make sure the pack doesn’t hurt anyone else that he loves. Trixie stands by, claws flexed. Both are protecting Minimum who is far too docile to fight. The pack crowds in. Tragic memories triggered, the three brave siblings brace for impact. The coyotes come at them, snapping and circling around them. Trixie’s quick movement slices open a coyote’s nose, then an eye. Cooper tackles another, attacking its neck. The coyote is now motionless on the ground. The third coyote has Minimum cornered. A sound coming from a distance in the field diverts the coyote's attention long enough for Trixie to pounce on it and shred the first few layers of skin on it’s head with her claws. Spooked by the sound and now what seems to be an unknown presence in the field, the fourth coyote wails, watching the rest of it’s pack impaired by injuries. One last fierce roar from Cooper is enough to scare the last coyote away. The pack is finally gone, but where in the field are they now? They’ve lost sight of the foot prints. “Is everyone okay” Cooper worriedly asks. “I broke a nail,” replied Trixie. “Y’all!!” gasped Minimum. A few feet away, under the largest pecan tree in the field with the most Spanish moss, a glowing light appeared brightening as it moved closer. Already spinning from the battle with the coyotes, the three watched the light in wonder and disbelief at the images that appeared in the light. “MOM!!! MAX!!!”. Under the pecan tree was their beloved mom and their sibling Max the Cat. A sight to behold, Cooper and Trixie ran to their mom as Minimum licked Max’s face - the orange boys reunited at last. “Thank you for fighting off the coyotes for good my loves. You’ve freed us from hiding” said Mom. “I knew y’all had some scrap in you” winked Max, head butting Cooper. “I like my new bed” Minimum purred as he rubbed his face against the shin of his mom. “It was you who put the packages on the porch” Cooper tearfully stated. “The familiar smell, the orange hair. I wanted it to be you but I didn’t think it was possible. Why wouldn’t you just appear yourselves?”. “As ghosts, we were stuck in the hiding of our untimely passing waiting for someone to fight off the coyotes so we could be released. Leaving the gifts was a way to get you all to overcome your fear of the field and face the coyotes”, Max explained please with his plan. “Now, instead of leaving gifts behind, we can meet in the field forever”. The five of them spent the rest of the night playing games, cuddling in the grass underneath the moss of the trees, An hour before sunrise, Max and Mom walked Trixie, Cooper, and Minimum back to the old Nasturtium house, leaving more treats and toys. “This time it’s not good-bye, it’s see you later tonight” Max proudly states. What a wonderful thought. What a magical idea - to be able to spend every night with the ones you love.

Adrienne

2020-03-19 18:58:25 +0000 UTC

My beautiful boy, Buddy, passed on last May. He was my childhood dog and just the best. He was the funniest dog you’d ever met, just a round lazy thing since he was a puppy. I miss him so much and it still feels so fresh I can’t believe it’s already been almost a year. I’d haunt my childhood home with him, but we’d make terrible ghosts because we would do nothing but nap haha

Brie Madsen

2020-03-19 17:35:41 +0000 UTC

P.S. Thank you for this reminder of Mr. Biggles. We lost Kit Kat around the same time last year and it was a harda struggle to write out what had happened to Kit Kat, Stevie, and Binx (I may have cried) but also helped me cleanse my frustrations about losing them and made me realize they will always be with us in memory. So thank you for that.

Bianca Figueras

2020-03-19 17:06:17 +0000 UTC

My sweet girl Aurora passed away Nov. 30,2018 the same day as my father in law who passed in 2004 in the army. Poor girl was only three years old and had a brain tumor that was very rare for her age. She was little miss queen of the house and had the sassiness for sure for it. I have a full tattoo piece of her dedicated to her on my arm of a beautiful portrait I adore showing her off to everyone who sees her. Till this day we still celebrate her birthday every year that my son looks forward to and we regular visit her shrine in our home to pay respect for her ashes we keep. If we were ghost together for sure no doubt about it this little girl would demand to be in our family home where she can race everyone down the stairs. So she can jump scare everyone through our windows and swish through everyone’s legs. WIth her everything thing was a race and a game of tag. I would do anything to have that chance with her again.

Hayley Johnson

2020-03-19 15:25:51 +0000 UTC

💔 such a sweet idea. What a beautiful painting!

Natasha Flynn

2020-03-19 14:56:58 +0000 UTC

What beautiful writing Amber❣️

Sarah Mac

2020-03-19 14:26:34 +0000 UTC

My beloved cat Pebble died last year. She was smal but fierce and had the loudest singing voice you can imagine. She would use our porch as her stage and sing her opera in early mornigs around 4 o´clock and wake the entire neighbourhood. She realy could realy hit the high notes and bring shivers along your spine. If you locked her in she would do the concert in our bedroom. I myself have a terrible singing voice. As ghoust it would be fun to haunt around the neighbourhood and give free concerts to all the cat haters.

Kirstin

2020-03-19 13:52:24 +0000 UTC

My late cat, Ichi, was beloved by so many people. I will never forget when I walked into the cat room at the humane society, hearing his insistent meow echoing from the end of the room. He had eyes and ears too big for his teenage face, and he just kept meowing at me. Hmm, I thought, he can't be choosing me, can he? I left and did a circuit of the dog kennels, and returned, again to the insistent meow. I adopted him, of course, for he did choose me. He was the love of my life, and a year and half after his sudden death, I'd give a lot to have his ghost haunt me. If we were ghosts together, I'd have us both achieve our dreams - we'd live in an old Queen Anne house, with a pond out back that produced endless frogs for him to hunt. Maybe they'd have to be ghost frogs, iridescently transparent, but able to be smacked by his strong ghost paw. That was how he hunted - no playing with his prey, just a decisive slam of the paw, a killing blow. This never failed to surprise me, as he was a lazy boy, not very cat-like, until he saw a frog. Once, we moved from a condo, and I found many a desiccated frog corpse behind and under furniture, torn apart by him months before...Together, our ghosts would visit all those who adored him, for he brought such joy to all who met him. He'd meow that insistent meow - the sound would need to be somewhat reverberating and ghost-like - and beg for affection and attention, as was his wont. We'd cuddle forever in the afterlife, because honestly, that was our main practice in this one. I miss my boy, my kitty soul mate.

Kathryn Elizabeth Clark

2020-03-19 13:40:08 +0000 UTC

My dear cat Kofi and I would haunt a small home garden. He’s an indoor cat but loves to eat grass when he’s let out on occasion. He’s completely black and we currently have a night garden so I like the idea of his glowing eyes popping out of nowhere when the homeowners are admiring moon flowers. I’d probably pick pesky weeds and grow a pumpkin somewhere hidden that isn’t seen until it turns bright orange. Thank you for this fun prompt, it was very peaceful to write!

Paulina Colonna

2020-03-19 11:59:47 +0000 UTC

When I was little my grandma used to keep rabbits. I loved playing with them and always got very sad when they "ran away to the forest". Once a rabbit girl had litter and for some odd reason threw one of her babies out of the crate. When I saw this little rat-like blind creature my heart melted. I have rubbed him with mother's fur and put him back and luckily he was accepted back to the fam. Since then I would regularly steal him, put him in a little basket with blankets and we would hang out. He was the first one from the litter to open his eyes and grow proper fur. I begged my parents to take him home and they gave in. We named him Masya and he grew to be a huge beautiful rabbit of 8kg. He ran freely in our house as if he was a cat or dog. He was my best friend, he knew all my childish secrets and we played together a lot. Once my mom brought a bag of groceries home and left it on the floor as she was unpacking and Masya sneaked in and chewed through the bag and through a carton of orange juice. Since then he refused to drink water and only drank that particular brand of orange juice. He lived for 11 years. I miss my childhood friend dearly. One of his guilty pleasures was to slice through anything string like - shoe laces, bag straps, wires and his favorite - Christmas lights. For 11 years we could only enjoy a moment of a lit up Christmas tree as he would slice the wires no matter what we did to hide them. So if we were both ghosts we would be naughty and haunt people's homes. I'd pull out bags and shoes from the closet and he'd enjoy his favourite hobby chopping everything into little pieces. It's time to declutter, when was the last time you used that bag? 😁 And if people don't leave a bowl of orange juice out on Christmas they'd find their christmas lights sabotaged. 😉🌲

Alina Makarenko

2020-03-19 11:10:44 +0000 UTC

My favourite furry friend was a ginger cat called Rusty, I got her when I was 7 years old and we grew up together, she died 2 years ago and lived to the ripe old age of 25! She was living with my mother when she died. She was the sweetest most caring soul, if I ever got upset she would meow loudly at me and smooch me until I calmed down. One of her funniest quirks was when I would try keep petting her in my room but she would want to leave to go outside, she would slowly walk to the door and pretend like she was checking out my room and as soon as she thought I couldn't see her she was run as fast as she could outside the door! It was so funny and a real testament to her kind spirit. She also had a thing where she would randomly jump really high over doorway entrances which I never understood! Perhaps she was superstitious? I feel like she was a kind old soul so if we were ghosts together we would haunt an old cottage in the woods and spend our days lounging together and people watching.. and of course avoiding stepping on doorways! 🤣

Heather Anderson

2020-03-19 10:08:22 +0000 UTC

I lost my fluffy ginger cat Nibbles just a month ago and I dream of him almost every night. He developed a growth in his jaw just before Christmas that was diagnosed as a very aggressive cancer. The vet gave him 2 weeks, the tough old bastard lasted 6 weeks. I was his for 12 years out of his 14, and I'm so grateful for that. Nibs was a total jerk, he would let someone pet him two times before he bit or clawed them. He only liked me, my fiance, and a few random others. As soon i sat down on the couch after work he would run up and put one or both of his paws on my arm and purr like a tank next to me. I still make him a little next on the couch out of habit. As ghosts I think we would comfort those who survived a trauma or who struggle with anxiety anrd depression. Of course we'd have to honor his crotchety side and harass entitled jerks and people who litter.

Violet Torrance

2020-03-19 09:46:15 +0000 UTC

My cat lad Meatball hasn't shuffled off the mortal coil yet but when we both do we will come back to a zoo I reckon. He'd love scaring all the big cats by ghosting at them and lying under the lizards heat lamps and nicking stray burger bites from the restaurant. I'd love to be around and study animals all day every day. What a dream.

Josephine Doyle

2020-03-19 08:29:52 +0000 UTC

My sweet Oliver passed away in his sleep in February of 2019. He was a chug (chihuahua/pug), and super old and my heart. He was blind and deaf, but he always knew exactly where I was. If he wasn't on my lap or at my feet, he was sitting upright in whatever room I was in, his nose pointed in my direction. Though he couldn't see, he loved to go on walks. He would trot at my side, and I'd use his leash to guide him safely out of the way of trees, signs and people. Often, we'd walk for gelato, and I'd hook him up by the water bowl outside the shop. He'd sit outside the shop, his nose pointed toward me wherever I was inside and waiting in line. It would spook some people ... so that's what I'd do with Oliver: We'd go on a long walk and then stare, the two of us, from the sidewalk into my neighborhood gelato shop, creeping people out while they order their stracciatella.

Kieran Cannistra

2020-03-19 07:37:52 +0000 UTC

Well, now I'm going to have to change some passwords because my favorite pet was Melora. Otherwise known as Beautiful Melora, she would obviously light up and sometimes only respond to this. Or sometimes Cuddles Melora, up to her old tricks again, out looking for snugs. We brought home her and her brother, Vlad, for my kid's fifth birthday but she was obviously my cat. One year, on my birthday, she caught and killed four and half small creatures and left them on our back porch. It's like she knew it was my birthday, however, I would have preferred flowers. The activity that we would share that sticks out the most though is from when I used to give massages from home. Regularly she would crawl on somebody's back or stomach, reach her paws out and do her most soothing purr. So if we were haunting an establishment together, I would say a spa environment would be most suited to us. Customers would swear that they felt a purr during their massage, maybe they'd see pencils being lightly batted around, and sometimes you'd think you hear the crinkling of plastic. These occurrences would also be accompanied by my psspsspsss's and the rolled tongue yodle that everyone talks to their cats with I'm sure. The energy would be sweet, relaxing and mildly murderous.

Emily

2020-03-19 07:22:09 +0000 UTC

Dear Christine, First of all thank you, your art has brought much joy to my mother and I and has inspired us to expand our creepy creativity. I hope this tale of our beloved fur baby will bring a smile to your old rose lips. Beefy AKA: Mr. Beef, Beefcake, Beefy Boy, Beef-Myster, Beefanator, and Beefaronie was the best cat. Some of the neighbors may have thought him to be a strange and unusual feline, but that is why he decided to adopt us… for we too are a strange and unusual family. Beefy was a BIG orange Maine Coon kitty, with six toes on one front paw and seven on the other, a snaggletooth that made him look like he was always grinning, scars on his little nose, a bite out of his ear, and of course his signature beefy belly that wobbled back and forth whenever he happily trotted to you for snacks or snuggles. Beefanator was a socialite to say the least. After morning lap time with my mother and licking all the butter off of my unattended toast, he’d go off and make his rounds throughout the neighborhood getting nibbles and nuzzles from all those who lived on our block. We are really into Halloween at our place and we throw a huge party for the entire neighborhood each year. We work hard creating our original outdoor displays, adorning disturbing interior decorations, and whipping up frightful foods. Beefaronie was always there supporting us on the sidelines canoodling with skeletons and licking spoons. Beef-Myster loved being the life of the party and made sure to greet everyone with a warm trill here and a loud purr there. When no one was looking he’d run off with an abandoned cocktail weenie or a deviled egg. Toward the end of the night you’d find him sitting by my mothers’ side as she conducted her tarot readings. If Beefcake and I were ghosts together we really wouldn’t change much and pick up right where he left off. We would set up shop in my mother’s house, mainly the kitchen, and go about haunting the neighborhood. To have fun with the living, we would go on Beefy’s daily rounds and make guest appearances at all the Halloween parties snatching snacks and sitting in on séances. Thank you for reading! I Sincerely, Rachael

Rachael Chapman

2020-03-19 05:48:35 +0000 UTC

All my pets that have gone before me. If we were ghosts together. We would haunt our family home each of my fur babies would cuddle up to the children and grandchildren. We would play games with the lights to let family know we are there. Scare off any unwanted visitors. Keep our family home warm and safe. Some of my pets would growl when they didn't like someone who was approaching the house. And being that my family are spiritual anyway we would communicate with them to guide them and provide comfort. Like angels. And light workers. My grandmother and father communicate with us all the time so we would do the same.

Tutsue

2020-03-19 04:32:02 +0000 UTC

I lost my girl Shade, a gorgeous, happy-go-lucky weimaraner, to cancer in January 2017. I was lucky to have 11 wonderful years with her. She could run like the wind, shamelessly begged anyone she met for belly rubs, and had a serious carbohydrate addiction (it was bad-We had to lock any bread stuff in cabinets) I named her Shade, because of the breed’s nickname the “grey ghost”. She literally followed me everywhere, would lounge like a person on the sofa, and despite being a giant 60 pound beast that was all legs, she was utterly convinced she was a lap dog. She brought so much joy to my husband and I, she was such a good girl, and she had the most gentle and sweet disposition. By the time the cancer manifested a tumor on her rear left leg, it had already metastasized throughout several of her organs. We worked with the vet to make her as comfortable as possible and to slow the spread of the cancer, however, the time we made the very difficult decision to end her pain, the tumor had swelled to the size of a cantaloupe, and she was having trouble getting up and down. I still miss her every day, I’m crying as I write this, and if I managed to give her even a fraction of the love and support she gave me in her time here, I would be content. However, if by some cosmic miracle I am reunited with her in the afterlife, I think, given her penchant for baked goods, I would hope we could haunt one of those fancy artisanal bakeries, where they make everything from scratch, have lovely calligraphy labels, comfy couches, and the breads and sweets are works of art. Shade could clean up any leftover treats people leave behind and sneak ghostly kisses, while I make sure the bookshelves full of classic literature stays organized. Or maybe I should just haunt Christine’s Kitchen! Shade and I could hang out with Mr. Biggles. :) This was a wonderful exercise, even though it was bittersweet, it was so nice to reminisce about Shade.

Sara Caudill

2020-03-19 04:21:15 +0000 UTC

Christine, thank you for encouraging people to share their love stories here. I've read through dozens and am a mess. I wish we all could spend an eternity with the ones we love, and imagining eternity with them is a dream. I lost my little man, Panda, 6 months ago and never had the opportunity to say goodbye or have a proper burial. He was abandoned by his mother as a kitten and I've had him ever since. He grew up into a big beautiful boy and was the love of my life. When we are ghosts together, we surely wouldn't haunt one place, but would explore the world together as we did when living. Panda would follow me everywhere and do everything with me whether it be sleeping, showering, gardening, or cooking (especially cooking). We would spend our time spooking the living, just like we would spook each other on earth. Panda and I would play hide and seek. He was aware and funny and we would go out into the woods and hide and find each other. It sounds crazy saying that, but I've had many cats and he was different. He would come out through the cat door when he heard my car pulling up, greet me at my car, and walk me to the front door rain or shine. We were best of friends and eternity as ghosts doing whatever and haunting whoever, as long as it was together, would be the closest thing to heaven. I hope that everyone here who has lost someone finds comfort and warmth in each others stories. -RS

Rachel Sullivan

2020-03-19 04:07:50 +0000 UTC

I lost my best furry friend Gaelynn a bit ago. We think he’d been attacked by some ones dog then just left. (Due to their things around where he was found). He was an amazing “cat” I say with quotes because I swear he thought he was a dog. Scratched at the door to be let out when he had to “go” (hated the litter box with a fiery passion) chased cars, played fetch, I swear I caught him trying to bark one time (never really meowed just kinda grunted at you). To us he was just a grumpy old man. My mother had gotten a kitten when Gaelynn was about 7. The kitten just loved Gaelynn, but he only tolerated her because he had to. One night we heard him grumbling to himself in the kitchen (picture grumpy old men grouching under their breath) When we go check on him to find out what is going on, the kitten had draped herself across his back as he was eating and proceeded to fall asleep. He never threw her off or anything, just let her sleep their while grouching about it. If Gaelynn and I where to haunt somewhere it would be an old bookstore. He loved to sit in my lap as I read when he got older and less mobile (he was 15 when he passed). Then he could grump at people if they didn’t put stuff back where it went and I could sneakily read books over people’s shoulders, or randomly push books of shelves that I think people should read. Best afterlife ever!

Ketrinna Hammell

2020-03-19 03:37:31 +0000 UTC

Oddly enough, I don't have a favorite pet! As weird as it sounds, I love all my fluffy children the same and would feel equal amounts of pains when any of them pass on.. But! I do have pets that are more attached to me than others. The main one being my big panther-like black cat, Jiji. When he was younger and first got neutered, the clinic didn't give me a cone. He ended up opening his stitches and severely infecting his wound. I hate to crate him for an entire month - syringe feeding him and wiping his bum every time. He's been attached to me ever since., scratching at anyone who ever gets close to me! We'd If we were ghosts - we'd probably haunt a cottage in a cabin town. We both like our solitude and he loves chasing after mice and birds. He'd moon bathe all night long and I'd haunt the cottage while he'd be out.

Stephany

2020-03-19 03:29:19 +0000 UTC

My first furbaby was a beautiful brindle frenchie named Millie Moo. She was my best friend and I was blessed to spend four years with her. Cancer is awful, especially when your loved one can’t tell you what’s wrong or how they feel. When we meet again and we will, I imagine that she will be waiting for me with my Mother and both of my Grandmothers. My Father’s Mother’s name was Rita and that is what we called her-Rita. She lived in Walton Beach, FL. Her home was the first trip I took Millie Moo on, it was Rita’s 80th birthday. I have so many wonderful memories from that trip. I loved Rita’s house and all of her treasures from traveling the world. Sadly she passed away the following year and my family sold her house. I still think of her home all the time. So before we all walk into the ever after, I would take Millie Moo back to Rita’s house. We would check in on the new homeowners and see what they have done. Rita never changed anything since they moved into that house in the 60s so I’m sure the new owners have changed things. Millie Moo always cried like a baby when I was in the shower so she would definitely do that to the new owners. I can imagine them thinking 🤔 what is that crying. Whenever they would watch something boring on tv, I would change the channel to Golden Girls reruns. Rita always said she was a Blanche. When they would be in the kitchen, I would somehow create noises that sounded like a coffee percolator because that’s how Rita always made her coffee. At night Millie Moo would snuggle up in bed with whoever may need a little puppy love ❤️ We would just try to create the same atmosphere that we loved so much at Rita’s house.

Courtney McCanlis

2020-03-19 03:28:40 +0000 UTC

The end of March will mark one year since we lost our sweet Greta Garbo. She was our rescue baby, and it took her a long time to get to a point where she would trust us. We only had her for two years when she collapsed on our walk one day and the emergency vet found a tumor enveloping her heart. It wasn’t until they did xrays that we found out just how abused she had been before being rescued. She had a very large lightning bolt scar from shoulder to nub that looked like a chemical burn, but the X-ray revealed she had several lead shot pellets embedded in her tissue that we never knew about. It was heartbreaking to think about such a sweet girl being tortured like that and how much pain she must’ve been in daily that she never let show. She had one specific squirrel nemesis that loved to torment her and she loved to chase. I believe we would haunt animal abusers poltergeist style, and then reward ourselves for a good hard day of work by chasing and playing with the squirrel she loved to hate so much. (Dog heaven = squirrel hell. It’s a very efficient system) We bought our first house with a yard 4 months after she passed. It’s both comforting and devastating that the two oak trees in our backyard are the hangout spot for all the neighborhood squirrels. We miss her like crazy and I could spend hours telling fun stories even from only getting to love her for such a short time.

Lexie Moser

2020-03-19 03:06:28 +0000 UTC

I cried when I heard your Mr. Biggles had crossed the rainbow bridge. The connection we have with our babies is irreplaceable. They have the purest souls. My Trillykins and I would haunt a floral shop! We would use the arrangements delivered to gain access to customer homes and provide them with entertaining hijinks. We would continually change the floral arrangement so each time they see it, it would be very different! We would have a good time being creative and the customer would get multiple arrangements! Win win win!

Christine Long

2020-03-19 02:46:55 +0000 UTC

I lost my black mini Dutch bunny almost two years ago, she was my first bunny baby and I think of her every day. Her name was BunBun :-) We would haunt a farm that grew carrots and kale (kale was her favorite) and so the farmers would wind up pulling up the roots of carrots with nothing left and finding their kale crops partially eaten with no animal tracks. My bunny baby would also dig rabbit holes for people to fall into sending them into another dimension where they would meet Johnny Depp as the Mad hatter.

Katherine

2020-03-19 02:36:46 +0000 UTC

We would haunt art studios, and nap with the paintings. We would move things around, add or enhance works in progress, and then cuddle and laugh at the confusion.

Candace

2020-03-19 02:02:00 +0000 UTC

My canine soulmate, Reaper, left this world 4 years ago, and I still cry about him today. I have chronic health issues that keep me housebound about 85% of the time. He was my reason for being here, the reason I kept going when I felt like I was drowning. He gave me purpose, we needed each other, and I loved him more than words could ever express. I see us somewhere in England, in a big, beautiful, very old castle or manor, converted in to a Bed and Breakfast with beautiful, authentic Victorian decor. We both loved water so there would have to be a creek or stream nearby. The house would be situated on hundreds of acres way out in the country side. We are both creatures of the night so I imagine we would roam the halls, sneaking into each room making sure no one gets a good nights sleep! We would walk the grounds and frequent the little old cemetery that’s on the property. People would wonder why the fireplace is always going and why there’s books strewn about. We would hoard all the coffee and sweets and stash them in our cozy little corner in the attic. It would be a simple and peaceful afterlife, that’s what we both would want🖤😊

Christine Auburn

2020-03-19 01:46:36 +0000 UTC

Of all the fur babies I’ve lost and lost (I’m coming up on the 1 year anniversary of losing one of my pups while dealing with self quarantine) my horse Rebel. He was my wings when I needed to fly, my anchor, steady and strong, protective, beautiful, and wild like a summer storm. He always had me as we galloped down beaches and through woods so fast my heart would burst with joy and my anger would melt away. His favorite thing was to splash around in the creeks, his least favorite was to stand still while I detangled his mane.I am one of the lucky ones. I had Rebel for just over 15 years and he lived to the age of 35. When he left this world I shattered. I could feel a hole inside of me. I would get a catch in my throat and the tears would come. I felt I could not escape my body, a tomb of grief. I braided Rebel’s tail and it hangs in my bedroom with his bridal and name plate. I had a bracelet made out of a piece of his tail so he could always be with me. We would haunt a quaint little cottage near a lake owned by a nice caretaker with a propensity for taking in unwanted creatures and baking. In the whispering wind we will call in her dreams prompting her to bake carrot cupcakes the very next day, her tv we shall poltergeist to only channels with Golden Girls and Seabiscuit. When tourists come to the lake they will later see the spector of a “WaterHorse” photobombing their selfies. An Instgram sensation arises #waterhorsehauntme. The sound of us laughing and neighing audible in the breeze. And as the sun sets we will look out to the west and on the horizon all of our animal friends who have passed will come to join us and we will sit at the caretakers feet while she reads (true crime, fantasy and The Black Stallion Series mysteriously keep falling from the shelves), blowing to the next page before she is done because she reads too damn slow.

Lisa Pompilio

2020-03-19 01:43:01 +0000 UTC

My little lover boy, Fat Boy, also known as Midnight since my Mother insisted he has a proper name for vet visits and introduction to guests. He was always such a sweet gem that would walk me to my bus stop across the street every morning from elementary to middle school. After I got on the bus he would go back home. His belly would swing back and forth as he walked and always brought a smile to my face. Who doesn't love a good belly swing?! So if we were ghost pals, we'd have to haunt bus stops. To poke fun at the living we would replace the words of songs with meows to overly catch songs so they would get stuck in their head. Ps to anyone reading: loving all of these memories being shared. These little furbabies have no idea how much of a print they leave on our hearts. The heart that truly loves, never forgets so they are always with us <3

Angie Loyd

2020-03-19 01:39:57 +0000 UTC

My love, Captain Pike (a white and orange male cat), died sadly in 2004. I still get teary even today thinking about him. His last night with me he did something he never did before. Although he would often lay on my bed and we would take great naps together, on the last night he slept on my chest facing me. no easy task since he was about 12 pounds, but somehow I knew it would be our last night. we just looked at each other enjoying the time left. I have not replaced him. When we meet as ghost, I can see us setting up shop in a old bed and breakfast in Salem MA. At night we would cross peoples paths in a playful way at the Salem witch Trials memorial and by day hang out at Crow Haven Corner occasionally knocking things off shelves and moving Tarot cards around. Of course we would spend our fair share of time in candy shops and herb shop seeking out catnip. And for any mean person spotted, Pike will help chase out a rat to cross their path! I think of you every day my Pike. Thank You so much for your time with me in life.

Heidi Eschedor

2020-03-19 01:25:55 +0000 UTC

My hound and I would be known as the Ghost Runners of Yosemite. We would prowl, ethereal, along the mountain trails. We race as another mist beneath Bridalveil Falls. We are a deeper chill among the snowy uplands. We howl atop Half Dome, under the full moon, when the granite hills turn silver. Visitors to Yosemite Valley would most often see us before blizzards, running together along the trail switchbacks, past as a cold gust. Some say we serve as a warning to others of bad weather, a warning we ourselves lacked. Around fires, campers tell tales of where we died in the park, the runner and his hound, but none know for certain, for our bodies were never found.

Alan E Marling

2020-03-19 00:46:21 +0000 UTC

I have two. Remmy and Alex. They are my 2 beautiful dogs that have since passed. They would be my vigilante side kicks. We would haunt the hell out of people who do bad things to animals and humans. We would set up shop in the doggie park so we can play in between tortures. ❤️🐶 🔪 we would be called the “The ghouls who kill fools” other know aliases “Doggie Park Assassins” “the haunted hitmen” and “Ghostface killas”.

RemexBella

2020-03-19 00:25:39 +0000 UTC

My special one, the tiny mistress of my heart will always be my beautiful sphynx, Beelzenef. Whenever I was reading she would sit in my lap. She had a built in timer. If I was reading for longer than she deemed appropriate she would put her paws on the spine of my book and push it into me so I could no longer read, or pull in down to where she was and sit on it. She had so much sass. The day that we are haunting together, it will be in a library. Taking books from the living, pushing their work into them, or perhaps even just pushing books off tables in true mischievous cat form. I cherish the time I had with her and I look forward to the time I will get to spend with her when I shed this mortal shell.

Kaitlyn Von Hausen

2020-03-19 00:18:52 +0000 UTC

My little black cat Belladonna was the first pet I ever had as an adult. She lived with me through several apartments, romantic partners and a myriad of other changes in my young life. She was an old lady cat who shared in my secret tears and joys, and all other intimate moments of my private life that my closest friends were not privy to witness. I am convinced, to this day, that if ever there was a soulmate for me in this world, she was it. When I began having heart problems, before I was officially diagnosed, she began to sleep on my chest like a much cuter, softer, fluffier version of Fuseli's The Nightmare. She knew me so well, was so attuned to me, that she understood something was amiss, without a medical degree or the ability to communicate through a shared language. She died in her bed, at the respectable and commemorable age of 17 (estimated, as when I adopted her she was already a senior cat and could have been much older), and I am sure that she only stuck around that long to ensure that I made it through my illness and surgeries to come out the other side safe and sound. I will have to stop writing now, as I have introduced you to a tiny creature, insignificant to this world, yet my entire universe during the years we shared together, and it is impossible to explain the depths of the love felt for such a beloved companion. There are not enough words to convey what she meant to me. Some feelings are so immense that they exist beyond the bounds of language, its rigid shortcomings lack the ability to adequately express them. After losing Bella, I thought about this concept a lot - obsessed over the idea of life beyond death. It is devastating to contemplate a permanent separation - to acknowledge (not accept) that a creature you love so dearly will never exist beyond our tangible world and whose accolades (the greatest cat who ever lived), triumphs (managing to successfully get into my lingerie drawer and distribute my intimates across the apartment) and tragedies (failing to murder the one-eyed pigeon who flaunted itself outside of our windows) will have to remain beloved memories in the deepest, softest, most fragile part of your soul. When I die, which may be four hours from when I write this, or a week and a half from Tuesday, or decades from now when I am a shriveled up old woman, wrapped up in a warm and cozy quilt, in my bed, I want to remain in the town where I lived, and join my sweet Bella. I am from a small town with beautiful old stone buildings. It has remained relatively unchanged for 200 years. If the dead in our cemeteries woke from their slumber and wandered down main street, I can only imagine it would be a great comfort for them to see the familiar nooks and crannies, streets and shops, rivers and woods that they once knew. In this perfect imagining of life-beyond-death, my little ghost cat and I would shrink ourselves into tiny wisps of spirits and live amongst the dolls in the museum dollhouse - an exact replica of the historical manor in which it now resides - having tea parties and making guests wonder with a shiver, why the miniature furniture moves by itself. We would playfully pull the covers off of the beds of the patients in the Great War Memorial hospital (founded to treat the horrific wounds of the boys who returned home from the front unrecognizable). Unseen, but presence felt, Bella would knock the pudding off the patients' bedside trays to wake them up for lunch, leaving them to wonder if they had really just seen a tail disappear around the corner of the door to their room. We would sit on the rainbow bridge - a particularly high and impressive arch - and throw sticks into the small waterfall below and watch them flow lazily along the river and around the bend. Then we would settle on a bench in the park, next to an elderly man or woman, and enjoy the dappled sunshine making its way through the ancient branches of the sprawling willow trees above us. We would climb through the back rooms of the town hall, which began its unsavory beginnings as the lowly county jail, through the secret door, across the attic floorboard and up the astonishingly high ladder to the trapdoor above - and burst into the unimaginable beauty of the clocktower above. We would spend many decades sitting here, high above the rooftops, happily taking in the breathtaking view of the teeny little Christmas town below us, Bella happily chomping away at the feathery carcass of any ill-fated pigeons who cross her path. We would switch the dials of the clock so that the living bodies below would lose track of time and live in the moment. At night we would wander over familiar trails and crunch through the brush in the woods, idle along main street, staring into shop windows, chasing terrified mice along the great stone walls. We would settle in together on an old blanket in someone's attic, a new unknowing host for two mischievous incorporeal houseguests every night, softly treading along creaky old floors in darkened corridors, flipping though family albums and resurrecting old forgotten family heirlooms from long-forgotten dusty cardboard boxes. Bella's phantom purrs reverberating through the witching hours as her small transcendent figure curls into mine. We would exist in the spaces that welcome and embrace those whose bones have long mouldered in the grave; whose ancestors have forgotten their faces, and whose names have been lost to time. We would live our never-ending life among the dead and the places they have known intimately for generations. For the museum and the hospital and the town hall have all been irrefutably and irrevocably haunted since their foundations were laid into the earth. The spirits whose footsteps once echoed in these rooms gave up their bodies with a soundless shiver. Their corpses left but their souls remained. Bella and I would be kind, loving, generous, mischievous, vexing, unsettling and at times alarming (when they could spot us out of the corner of their eye) to the living people around us. Most importantly, we would provide silent and unseen comfort and solace to those who needed it, sharing in their private tears and joys, and do what we could, in our notable but unlauded way, to help them in their short-lived corporeal time on this earth. Because that is what I secretly hope those I once loved are doing for me, sharing my life now theirs is past. Including my sweet Bella, whose phantom shape in the rarest moments of the darkest nights silently emerges from the shadows.

Amber Fenik

2020-03-19 00:09:21 +0000 UTC

I became friends with my now roommate on day one, she's genuine, hard working, upbeat, and has an infinitely warm heart for ALL animals - Snow White in real life. I've known Amy for about a decade now, and we've lived together for a little over half of that span of time. Last year St. Patrick's day she lost her baby and best friend after a devastating week going back and forth to the vet almost daily, doing all things that were in her control to care for, comfort and heal her rottweiler Nala.. She returned from the vet that last day without her girl of 7 years who had never let Amy leave a room without shadowing her. Amy lost a huge piece of herself that day and every day since. Nala was her whole life, the reason she got a larger bed so every night they could snuggle, the reason she woke up and why she came home as soon as she could after work. This house was a home because of Nala. This is the tale of the best of friends no other two could be, Though decades of life parted them, in death reunited - Amy would first see No other than her best girl Nala who had guarded her and waited for the day To kiss and thank the girl who made her life perfect in every way. Now together ghouly girls set off on their greatest adventure To the place where exercise and happiness come in great measure. The park they frequented often to people-watch and play Is now the site they haunt until the end of days. Frisbees and tennis balls wind up missing quite often In the park next to the creek you'll hear scoffs of "I guess it's lost then" From unsuspecting dog owners who took their eye off the ball for just one second, To this playful ghostly-pup, the toy simply beckoned. Never her intention to keep the toy forever Just enjoying games of fetch with her girl till a day whether, A park visitor forgot to bring their ball (a sad occasion this) Or a pair on their walk come across this park and only wish To have had a toy to bring on such a bright beautiful day, When out of tree shadow comes a ball their way! Serendipitous this feeling, and what a day the visitors had A long day at the park with your best friend could never be bad. So thankful for the fortune that brought them the opportunity to play games together, Never knowing it's actually ghosts who have haunted this place forever.

Melanie Quackenbush

2020-03-18 23:44:54 +0000 UTC

"GIANT BLACK WOLF ROAMING THE NEIGHBORHOOD!" is what my Ring neighborhood watch app keeps flashing over the last few weeks... I live in Kansas City... Black wolves are not a thing here. So after a few weeks of this, someone finally posted a photo of said "black wolf," and it turns out my giant black German Shepherd, named Diesel, is the grim creature stalking the back woods of the neighborhood. He's been sending all the inhabitants into fits of worry for WEEKS! I bust out laughing, because sometimes I just let my little buddy roam around free, for a half hour or so. I keep imagining all my neighbors screaming and running inside as Diesel trots along their fence lines. 😂 I think I would just keep this up, perpetuate the grim omen thing he's got going on. And of course I'd have to haunt the woods with him. His frisbee ain't gunna throw itself ya know...

Sinister Sarah

2020-03-18 23:37:34 +0000 UTC

Roxy was my best friend she passed a few months ago suddenly. We were together for 15 years and she was the reason I got out of bed every morning. She has constantly been at the front of my mind during this quarantine, I miss her every second. My home has a gaping hole only her doggy spirit could fill. If we were together in this spirit world now we would spend most of our time wandering around the nature preserve near our home. It's her favorite place, its beautiful and she could find all the turtles.

Tristan Ambrister

2020-03-18 23:29:48 +0000 UTC

I lost my boy Middy in 2013. Had him for 14 years, still miss him. If we were ghosts together I suppose we'd just hang out in the woods...maybe near a trail where we could hop out and scare hikers. He always loved taking woodland walks.

Celeste Young

2020-03-18 23:08:19 +0000 UTC

I live in a small town in Italy, my house is in front of a natural reserve, so we often used to find animals inside our garden. My father raised my sister and me by taking care of porcupines, birds and any injured animal that appeared in our garden. Over the years we have had the most disparate pets: ducks, owls, chinchillas, guinea fowls, turtles, carp, degu, axolot ... and a lot of dogs! My beloved pet was my first one: Penny, a puppy that my grandmother gave me because she had blond fur like my hair. Nobody knew where the dog started and where I ended. My grandmother fed penny with pasta; so, if we are ghosts together, we'll haunt Italian restaurants and hotels around the world, trying their recipes and making jokes to those who don't cook well: Penny will chew aprons and empty the fridge, while I will make the spirits disappear and then play knife throwing with chefs.👻

Kira Buffy

2020-03-18 23:04:40 +0000 UTC

Growing up I had this amazing half feral husky-akita named Richmond. He literally walked out of the woods, half starving, when he was about 5 months old and adopted my family. He was never fully domesticated but was by far the most intelligent dog I've ever met, and he loved us fiercely. He passed away in his sleep at 16 laying between my parents. If we were ghosts together, we'd hang out in the woods in the Adirondack Mountains, his favorite place. We would spend all day hiking and at night we would mess with the campers and steal their s'mores!!!

Heidi Miller

2020-03-18 22:47:41 +0000 UTC

We would run to Hawaii to haunt. My baby bear, Tom, loved the beach more than anywhere else, his favourite was chasing fishes in the shallows and snow days were definately a very close second for him. We could run away to Hawaii and he could play on the beaches in the morning and climb mountains in the snow and race me on a sledge in the afternoon, I really really hope there is a summerland like that where he is waiting for me now. Plus think of all the luau's he could visit! Sneaking food was his favourite so I can just imagine how much fun he'd have spiriting away the tasty morsels he could get his paws on! My Tomahawk missile would love making friends with all the wildlife over there though not quite sure the turtles would love him poking them with his big furry paws! It's coming up to a year on March 26th since we lost him and 6 months before Tom I lost my Dad, both really young and unexpected, it was a pretty rubbish year and honestly I'd follow them anywhere they wanted to go xx

Lynsey Gilmore

2020-03-18 22:39:01 +0000 UTC

My baby was Guenavere, a hedgehog. She died in my arms about a year and a half ago. My husband ands I used to take her in her little carrier out to our favorite bars and coffee shops to socialize her. People and dogs were spooked by her.... " is that a porcupine?! Does she shoot her quills?! What the hell is that creature?!". We used to crack up at the reactions and comments to her. We'd haunt all our regular places..... just to see the people react to a hedgehog ghost. My baby.....

Karmell Mazurek

2020-03-18 21:53:24 +0000 UTC

First off, me and my first kitty Shake (I was three and my parents let me name her, bad move on their part!) would haunt and terrorize those people how take part in animal cruelty. Second, we'd become the most amazing "imaginary" friends to strange little girls who need acceptance before they become comfortable with their gothy selves!

Michelle Schabowski

2020-03-18 21:45:53 +0000 UTC

I would have my dog Avery, and we would haunt a library. We would knock books off the shelves to make recommendations, sometimes on peoples heads.

Alysia Mansfield

2020-03-18 21:42:51 +0000 UTC

My sweet puppers and I would mess with people in long dresses and bare legs. An unexpected wet nose on the back of bare legs is the best way to mess with people. Also my corgi likes to hid in my long dresses and skirts so she and I would freak people out by running through there legs unexpectedly and moving the fabric.

Red Queen

2020-03-18 21:33:02 +0000 UTC

I lost my beautiful pug Jello two months ago. My living pug Rudolpho I have always joked was a demon hunter turned into a pug by an evil sorceress. Together ghost Jello, ghost me and Rudolpho the demon hunter would travel the earth fighting monsters.

Nikki Ruhl

2020-03-18 21:32:59 +0000 UTC

At my local public library; I could keep reading my favourite romance novels, and he'd have all the books to knock over off of shelves forever. <3 :P

Amanda Fyfe

2020-03-18 21:30:03 +0000 UTC

My kitty Pearl. I got her from the humane society when I was 10 years old. She was my adorable fluffy white kitten. We believe she had some Ragdoll in her, she would always relax completely when you held her. Her long fluffy white fur was so soft and silky, she would sometimes start slipping out of your arms! She was my rock through some really difficult times in my teenage years and young adulthood. She and I were so close, and would snuggle constantly. I have pictures of her massive fluff keeping me warm on winter days while I read a book, or played video games... or tried to do anything at all, she was there trying to get love and snuggle. She was so soft and gentle and never hunted or killed anything. She would bring dead dried leaves into the house as her "kills." On rare occasions, she would gently carry live frogs into the house to release and revel in watching us chase and catch them. I once watched her touch noses with a mouse before watching it scurry away. She lived to be 18 years old. She passed at the end of April in 2018. I was absolutely devastated to be on the other side of the country as her when she left this world :'( My mom saved a bit of her hair, her name tag and got impressions of her paw prints to give to me the next time I visited home. Then, a little over a year later, a friend of mine brings to me this little orphaned 3 week old kitten, absolutely COVERED with fleas and looking remarkably similar to... Pearl? This little kitten is so full of energy and the sweetest, lovey little thing. While this kitten, I named her Yue, and Pearl are hardly identical cats, the similarities are quite astounding. I choose to believe some part of Pearl's spirit found it's way back to me :-) I know you said to choose a favorite pet, but for me it would really have to be both of these kitties because they are interconnected in my heart! We would set up shop in the deep woods with all of the other things that exist deep within the forest. There we would live in peace in the forest unless the living came along and disturbed the balance, we would haunt them mercilessly, crazy Babdook and her kitties style. Pearl would bring a rain of frogs and Yue would ensure they had a very difficult time sleeping. For the living who respected the forest, we would be much kinder towards, but still mischeivious. Pearl, being the fluffy, lazy girl would hitch rides in traveler's backpacks and weigh them down with her 13 pound bulk. Yue, being an energetic, friendly girl might even show herself evey now and then to those she felt truely were in tune with nature and respected the balance and all living things. She would ask for pets and bring her favorite toy for them to throw for her so she could play fetch. I myself, being the shy introvert I am, would watch most visitors from afar and perhaps play a light prank or two when bored.

Angela Stobb

2020-03-18 21:23:32 +0000 UTC

I feel like it's going to be really hard choosing the winner! Me and my friend named a pet chicken peeps when we were little. My friend found peeps before it hatched. She raised the little chicken very well and it grew up to be one of the cutest pets. They were the best of friends. Peeps had passed last year but lived a wonderful life as a pet chicken. Little peeps would definitely prank everyone by impersonating an invisible rooster in the morning🐓

Erin Solomon

2020-03-18 21:15:55 +0000 UTC

Haunting Fur-Ever After Moogle and me Quite the ghosts we will be Haunting the rides and the shops at Walt Disney At Casey’s Corner the 7th inning stretch People with hotdogs relax on the bench But without warning the hotdogs they fall Moogle swats at them he’s having a ball I let out a giggle and join in on the fun I draw hidden Mickeys discreet on the wall Next stop Swiss Family Treehouse Moogle’s favorite haunt He’s the king of this cat tree With unwitting mortals to taunt He runs at their feet and swats at their socks I’m on the edge of my seat as he hides under a frock And we’re off again We float through the crowd This day close to an end The fireworks get loud I admire some Ears Moogle pops a balloon We return to our castle Another day of haunting will come soon We watch visitors leave Their backs to our face I love the view from up here What a magical place

Stacey

2020-03-18 21:06:46 +0000 UTC

Sending you so many hugs and loves!

Emily Witt

2020-03-18 20:57:46 +0000 UTC

My MoBear 2002 - 2017 https://youtu.be/dFH1gmsQlK4 A Rescued Pup - He was rescued from being locked in an enclosed truck bed with 12 other dogs. He was the rascal and escaped! He made sure to tug on the lady who found him to go back and rescue the others. Many people were involved to care for him before he found me! Little did I know I needed to be rescued. He was by my side through a long trial of over a decade. He protected me, loved me and brought joy every day. I am grateful to have had the gift of taking care of him. I still call out his name and say I miss you Mo... HE LOVED TO PESTER SQUIRRELS! And one stuffed hedgehog. Sooooo if Mo and I were ghosts together we would set up our little haunt fest tent in the big palm trees behind Mo's house (because you know it was his) and get even with those pesky living squirrels that loved to chatter at him every day while he jumped up and down and couldn't catch 'em! We'd pelt them with seeds like they did to us hahaha I chose to stick to poking some haunting fun at the animal kingdom in honor of my love Mo ;)

Prenecia Parnell

2020-03-18 20:55:39 +0000 UTC

I lost my cat Betelgeuse last year. I have never gotten over it. As you can imagine Beetle and I did a lot of haunting on a regular. If we were ghosts together, we would haunt the local pub because nothing would be as entertaining as popping up behind a bunch of intoxicated people and startling them. We live in the mountains in Arkansas, so we'd also probably spend most of our time just running free in the woods.

Teresa Pundsack

2020-03-18 20:38:53 +0000 UTC

My poopers was one of the best friends anyone could ever have. He was a Boston Terrier named Kosmo who lived to be 18 years old! I had to say goodbye two summers ago and I was devastated. I am incredibly lucky to have had my buddy for most of my life. (I was 10 when my dad brought him home for me) Kosmo’s favorite thing to do was go for long walks on our local bike trail and then hit the drive-thru for some nuggets! (Wendy’s non spicy were his favorite!) I think if we were lucky enough to be ghosts together he’d want nothing more than to prowl that bike trail looking for furry friends and sharing his love for chicken nuggets. He was such a happy boy and wanted to be friends with everyone he saw, human and doggo alike. To have him immortalized like this would allow him to continue to bring joy to everyone!

Katie Bottge

2020-03-18 20:35:21 +0000 UTC

My Chihuahua Chico, who passed a few years ago, and I would be in a small mom and pop resturant/bakery type place where we would eat all the scraps of food from the floor, kind of like a roomba but for ghosts. Not sure if it would mess with the living but I'm sure one less thing to do around shop would confuse the seasonal hires. He always loved food scraps after we ate dinner, he was a precious hunk of ham.

Tina Schweppe

2020-03-18 20:09:56 +0000 UTC

My handsome boy was with me for 19 years. Gimpy was an orange tabby cat that had extra toes on his paws. He later got hit by a car and lost an eye. He was such a sweet boy. If him and I were going to haunt anywhere it would be probably a park, somewhere the sun shines a lot. He loved laying in flower beads in the sun. How we would mess with the living would be by batting at people as they walked by. During his life he loved to sit waiting for people to walk past him so he could pat them as they went by, never with claws but playfully. It's been 2 years since he passed and I miss him terribly, it's like my baby passed.

Wendy Chamblee

2020-03-18 20:09:19 +0000 UTC

My dog bobby we lost a few years ago would set up shop in his favourite park he wasnt the best with other dogs because he didnt no how to play with them. He would try and then end up hiding behind us because they chasing him and trying to play but he wasnt sure what to do with them. So setting up shop in the park he would be able to practice and hopefully make some friends 🥰

phoebe merrill

2020-03-18 20:05:46 +0000 UTC

Adore the name

Andrea Moore

2020-03-18 20:04:17 +0000 UTC

My goodness. Everyone are writing novels. My comment seems so minor. But Lucifer. My white and black wooly husky that we lost in August, would set up shop in the woods. I find the woods so hauntingly beautiful and quite easily terrifying with just the snap of a twig 😊

Sara Vetoich

2020-03-18 20:02:00 +0000 UTC

My Buddy and I would haunt couches of our loved ones or people who need a cuddle. He was the best cuddle buddy and looked like a fluffy bear. His favorite activity besides running outside was laying on the couch and snuggling.

Megan

2020-03-18 19:58:04 +0000 UTC

I feel strange even entering this contest because I had to put Pugsley down last night. I came home from the e.r., with an empty cat crate, and holding onto his blankies to find I had a notification you had uploaded to Patreon. I was so excited to have something to bring me comfort and a little distraction. Having obviously no idea this would be the subject. I never enter these things. But I’ve noticed the portraits of your kitties in your videos and would always zoom in to try and figure out how you created it. I’m very excited for this video tutorial. Pugs was what doctors think was at least 17. I rescued him out of severe neglect 2 months ago (the day before my birthday). He had to be put under anesthesia to even shave all of the matting of of his little body. The owners told me they couldn’t afford to feed him anymore. Which is obviously BS. He had survived years and years of Utah winters and hot summers. He wasn’t feral and wanted to come inside but was never allowed. When I got him my priority was getting him medical attention and loving on him. That if he didn’t make it he’d know i was with him and was only here to love him. He loved being inside, by the heater, eating, following me from room to room. I slept besides Pug’s bed on the floor and would wake up several times in the night just to make sure he was still breathing. I would remind him he’s so strong and brave and I wasn’t going anywhere. I brought my sewing supplies into the bathroom (where he was his first few days) and would sit next to his bed to keep him company and sew. He started getting healthier and had the funniest personality. All he wanted to do was lay on my chest. I could not sit down without him jumping up on me before I blinked. I would even sleep on the couch so he knew I was with him and he never had to be alone again. My dog Bernie and pugs formed the sweetest friendship. Pugs ended up going on our dog walks with us. We always went at his little geriatric pace. He was about as slow as a turtle. We would lay out in the grass to catch vitamin d. I woke up yesterday morning and intuitively knew we were nearing the end. I have rescued and had a lot of pets. And I can safely say he was and will always remain my favorite by a landslide. His gentle tender heart. My eyes are swollen from crying. Everything else right now is just white noise. It’s strange sitting on the couch without him wrapped up on my chest. I slept with his blanket and fleece jacket last night. I can still smell him. There’s a strange silence in the house. This really turned into a sob story. I apologize. I’m not typically this depressing. This sounds like Les Mis. I figured I had nothing to lose by entering. It’s so nice to see someone else who has a connection with their animals that I can relate too. Thank you Christine! Anyone who wins is so lucky!

Amanda Pavel

2020-03-18 19:46:37 +0000 UTC

I walked into the local shelter one Thursday my junior year of college and saw a very large and fluffy tuxedo cat sitting high on a perch, watching the other kittens with a refined and grandfatherly demeanour. The shelter named him Micky and had lowered the price to a mere $10 in order to try and get him adopted because he was 10 already and senior cats were not popular. Had he been $100 to adopt, I think I still would have walked out with him in my arms. He went through a few name changes because I couldn't find one which matched his dignity and wise appearance. Finally, I offered the name Herschel, which got his approval and locked our souls together. Over the next two years, Herschel was a constant companion, helping me through several challenges and being a kind and compassionate friend who would sleep in my arms or above my head and always greeted friends who came over. However, after I graduated, I moved in with my brother and sister-in-law who were very abusive. My brother has always been abusive and had I had any other choice I would never have gone into that house. Herschel was confined to my room for his own safety since their pets were aggressive towards him, but he bore it so quietly that it reassured me that we could make it out. After several months, my best friend (who was with me when I got Herschel) literally abducted me while my brother and his wife were gone and took me to her place. Herschel couldn't have been more thrilled. However, despite the years we'd spent together, the challenges he'd comforted me through, he got ill from a mass in his stomach (that I hadn't known about but had apparently been growing for months) that ruptured just after the new year. We'd been free and safe from abuse for less than three months. It was like he was waiting for me to be okay before he'd leave me and it was also the first time I'd had to put down a pet. My friend's parents let me bury him on their property and they still say that "Herschel's ghost watches over the garden." When I'm reunited with him, I'd like to think we'd continue to pass seasons watching over that garden and the future generations of our adopted family that took us in...as soon as we got back from paying my brother and sister-in-law a visit.

Lyda Mazur

2020-03-18 19:45:16 +0000 UTC

My best friend just recently lost her halloweenie if 15 years this last Tuesday, so I would love to do this for her. My blue heeler Yonah is my soul-mate, so we would definitely be spending our afterlife together. Probably haunting my family. Stealing half of their food when their not looking, hiding and hoarding one of each shoe, licking the bottom of their feet when their relaxing in the living room (she does all of this now, I would help with all but licking their feet 😂)

Morgan Wanner

2020-03-18 19:32:18 +0000 UTC

My dog Palermo and I would haunt a cabin in Estes Park, where we used to visit often to hike. A lot of the houses there have large enclosed sun porches so that people can still enjoy the sun in winter, and Palermo loved nothing more than laying in the sun. We would terrorize the Stanley, enjoy the sun year round, and maintain an overgrown feeling to plants in the sun porch, as well as go on hikes and give passersby the feeling of being watched in the woods. His favorite things were being with his people, baking in the sun, and blankets. Since he wouldn't be able to climb the step stairs/ladder to the attic of the Stanley hotel, we would hang out in the entrance or basement, where the tours pass, since he always loved meeting strangers, they wouldn't be able to escape the sensation of a ghost dog brushing up against them. Watching the national park through each season from the porch would be our main place to be together again, though.

Emily Oldani

2020-03-18 19:27:02 +0000 UTC

My favorite little dog Gracie died a few years back and she was our family dog but I felt the closest with her. I think we would set up shop in a warm place because she spent most of her life in the snow and she didn’t love it so maybe in North California somewhere. That way she could run through tall grass and play chase and find a creek to splash in. She was only 15 pounds but she had big dog energy. I think to play with the living she would play in people’s hair, she loved hiding behind my long hair and would play with peoples long hair so I could see her doing that, and my job would be to find the finest hair in all the land for her. Maybe my dad would find us and join in the fun too. He loved throwing the ball for her too.

Melissa Rith

2020-03-18 18:49:49 +0000 UTC

I would offer this to my mother, who lost her beloved rescued Doberman Abbie several years ago. She has had many dogs, but Abbie was the first dog she got after my father left, partially for protection and partially for company, and partially just because my father would never let us have a big dog and Abbie was a big dog in both body and spirit. She had a tough life as puppy-mill breeder and a stray, but she had a great last few years with my mother, being spoiled rotten and learning how to intimidate guests into dropping food for her. I imagine them together in the afterlife someday, haunting the neighborhood of old 9:30 Club in DC where my mother would take her whenever she picked up my younger sister from a concert. Abbie and my mother are definitely the epitome of two creatures rescuing each other.

Barefoot Tea Lady

2020-03-18 18:39:44 +0000 UTC

I love this idea so much! I just lost my pet Mango on Sunday evening, he was a Sun Conure and he was my baby boy. My heart has been broken. Reading all of these beautiful and funny stories about people and their pets they love so much is just incredibly warming. Mango loved to be on my shoulder all the time, he would go from his cage downstairs and fly his way upstairs to find me in my bedroom and just hang out on my shoulder. He also loved to whistle like a sweet little angel bird to call people over and give him attention, then BITE them hard enough to make them shout "Ouch!" and then giggle about it. Literally giggle. He was such a smart and funny little guy. I was the only person he never bit, so I'm sure wherever he and I decided to set up, he would be with me on my shoulder and he would be tricking people into feeling his little bite and saying "Ouch" for him to giggle at. I know hes enjoying his time and giggling wherever little birds go when they die.

Wendy Mendez

2020-03-18 17:26:31 +0000 UTC

I lost my best kitty friend Toulouse well over 20 years ago, but I still miss him. He was super fun and cuddly. He loved to sleep under covers with me, and I got in the habit of not even waking up completely when he would nuzzle me to get under! Every morning he would follow me to the bathroom and sit with me when I did my morning "business". I got used to holding the door and waiting for him because I knew he would just scratch at the door if I didn't let him come with me. Even to this day, even when we live in a new home, I still find myself holding the door and waiting for him. My current cat couldn't care less, and has no idea what I am doing! So I am pretty sure we would haunt the bathroom together. Just think what a ghostly mew, and a light touch on the back of the neck would do to folks. There might be some really peculiar stories told, and some pertinent details left out, like why they were jumping up and down and dancing on the toilet seat! Yeah, I like that, I will put it on my list of things to do!

Kathleen Mroczko

2020-03-18 16:15:41 +0000 UTC

I lost my beloved Bella Zamora. She was a medium size poodle who was outstandingly trained. She would give hugs to everyone, meaning she would place her head on your chest once I said the command “huggy bears”. Before Bella’s passing, my Grandma lived with us. Bella would greet her every morning and give her huggy bears. Follow my Grandmothers passing, her room was empty, Bella would sit on her bed and wouldn’t leave the room until it was time to use the restroom or eat. I knew she loved Grandma just as much as I did, because I would sit in Grandma’s room too. Bella had been with me through breakups, unemployment, moving, car breaking down etc. She was always my passenger. I didn’t need to train Bella much because she would just catch on. She knew my keys meant “bye bye” and when I was in the car, she would hop in the passenger seat and look up at me, waiting for the next adventure. I entered Bella in local dog training competitions. Bella unfortunately passed away from old age in 2017. I had her for about 10yrs. She was my best friend, my best girlfriend, my best gal pal, she was my right hand and we went through so much together. It was always me, Bella and Grandma. Bella was a gift from my ex boyfriend and trust me, she was the best thing to come from that. Lately I’ve been going through a lot of transitioning. My boyfriend now and I are trying to conceive a child. Knowing that Bell won’t be here or be my child’s first pet, breaks my heart. I truly hope that everyone gets to experience the love and companionship of a great pet. She will always be part of my family. Our next adventure, I will dangle my keys, see Bella run out of the room and see her run into Grandma’s room to grab her and we set off to our next adventure, dog part, dog beach, doggy trail or even doggy trick or treat, like Grandma and I took Bella one year to PetSmart in her cow costume because they gave treats out in every isle. I dream of Bella often. I know I will see her waggy tail when I am ready to part ways with this life. I am grateful she will greet me with her wet nose and her huggy bears, I hope she has Grandma with her♥️

Melissa

2020-03-18 16:09:20 +0000 UTC

My little man Paranorman just passed away at only 10 months in my arms. Was extremely hard for me but his mom gave birth to kittens around the same day as he was born recently and 2 so far remind me of him! So if he stayed a ghost and we were both ghosts we would set up camp at the Hotel Macdonald here in Edmonton aka the Fairmont. It has such a cool creepy gothic vibe. We would play funny pranks on guests by moving their stuff into weird arrangements and once October hit we would do the shining pranks in the halls hahaha.

Alyesha Neufeld

2020-03-18 15:57:50 +0000 UTC

Christine I think you're going to need help from your friends and family to read all of these!

Aunt Debbie Halloween

2020-03-18 15:53:15 +0000 UTC

Sir Chugs-a-lot passed a year and a half ago . He had just turned 14. He was about as human as any cat could get. He was abandoned inside a birdcage with 4 brothers and sisters at 1 day old. we took in all the kittens and managed to wean them all and find loving homes for them all. Chugs always slept under the covers between us. He stood up to pee in his litter box, and greeted everyone that came to the house- except the UPS guy...He would run up to the window and growl like a dog every time. I think that we would have a blast haunting the UPS office and trucks...I'm sure given the chance, Chugs would thump the drivers on the top of their heads as they pass by a shelf.

sophia king

2020-03-18 15:24:53 +0000 UTC

Omg I love this! My big man Bane passed December 5th and we now attribute any weird occurrences in the house to him! Him and his sister jumped into my car on my way to work one morning and decided they were going to stay with us. Both had obviously been beaten and he had a giant chain around his neck that when I picked up he collapsed to the floor in fear. I didn’t even both looking for their “home” after that. He was a grumpy old man from day one! He did not like strangers and made it known and had a bad leg that made it hard to keep up with the girls! I ended up getting him a stroller and have a giant photo of his face walking into it over his kennel to this day! It was like a whole new world to him! He could explore and run and keep up with the girls without having to be afraid of strangers running up to grab his giant head! He passed in our home and I burnt a portrait of him into his coffin. It was a photo of him laying peacefully on the couch with one ear propped up. This wasn’t normal for him, but he looked so content I knew it was the right photo for his forever place. He watched me do the whole piece and when he passed his ear fell exactly as it was in the photo! As we sat around him remembering all of the goofy things he did his sister laid with us and sure enough her ear popped up as well! Again, this wasn’t common for either of them before this! That has forever become the sign that when Ivy’s ear is up Bane is with us! So far every important occasion or moment that I have felt down he has shown us he’s there. For example the day we decorated our Christmas tree our power went out and when it came back on Sure enough Ivys ear was up! I’m sure these are wild coincidences, but we choose to believe full hearted that it’s our baby showing us he is with us! I kept telling him he will finally get to run free and once he passed the vet told us Bane has his wings! I couldn’t help but laugh at that picture! Here I’m so excited for him to walk again, but who needs legs when you have wings! I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for and it’s supposed to be more hypothetical, but for me it’s very real! I know he “haunts” us and it makes me so happy to think of him flying around the house, big doofy smile, Cheeks flapping, tongue out, probably crashing into things! Bane was like my shadow everywhere I went even when it hurt him, even if I was only going two feet over into the kitchen, he had to be right there! Well now there is nothing stopping him for following me everywhere I go!

Kristina pierce

2020-03-18 15:12:54 +0000 UTC

My little black cat, Tippy passed away a few years ago and I still think about him all the time and miss him deeply! He was a little escape artist and every Halloween he would run out the front door and chase superstitious trick or treaters down our street. I can still remember a group of teenagers screaming and running from Tippy as he tried to bat at their ankles! 😆 I miss him so much. We would haunt that street at night and make sure to especially give everyone a fright on Halloween night!! 😈🐾

OliviaOoky

2020-03-18 14:57:31 +0000 UTC

I lost my darling familiar, Seksek, two weeks ago bc of a GI lymphoma, and it has made my loneliness during social distancing feel particularly acute. She was the fluffiest, sweetest, fattest black cat I had ever seen, and immediately gravitated toward me when I first went to the shelter to pick out a feline friend. (Of course, she only came over because she could spot a good mark and knew I would probably provide lots of belly rubs.) I think that if we haunted a place, it would have to be somewhere really crowded so she’d get ample attention in the afterlife. I’ve always loved the stories of haunted carnivals and amusement parks, so as corny as it sounds, I think it would be a blast to terrorize hapless tourists at the Wizarding World of Harry Potter or Disney’s Haunted Mansion and pretend to blend in as part of the attraction. People might not even realize that the black cat knocking odds and ends off of shelves was only astrally there.

Thu Vo

2020-03-18 14:08:13 +0000 UTC

586/5000 What she loved to do was hide lots of things everywhere. Especially the potatoes. She would steal them, go and bury them in a flowerpot, sometimes forgetting them somewhere. I often found it full of soil! If I could see her ghost and share moments together again, I would build her a bigger tub of earth, so that she could make galleries and roll in the heather (her favorite plant) We really wouldn't do much different, I always did everything with my ferrets and I will continue to do everything for them.

MamzelleCulotte

2020-03-18 13:32:08 +0000 UTC

Last October I lost my ferret, my dearest Caca Prout. She was the youngest in my family of three ferrets. She was the troop's baby and has always remained so, she died young (4 years old). Mimi, Zaza and Caca Prout. It was a very hard moment for all of us, especially Zaza. She was her older sister was very touched by this loss. It still is today, no longer playing, no longer wanting to go out for a walk anymore. Caca Prout had physical peculiarities. Malformations in the nose, hind legs (but did not suffer). As a result she tended to drag its legs and you could hear she was coming. It was very fun ! I miss that sound a lot today. To make up for her physical problems, I created mini staircases so that she could climb like the other two and climb onto the fabric baskets or onto my bed in which she loved to sleep. 586/5000 What she loved to do was hide lots of things everywhere. Especially the potatoes. She would steal them, go and bury them in a flowerpot, sometimes forgetting them somewhere. I often found it full of soil! If I could see her ghost and share moments together again, I would build her a bigger tub of earth, so that she could make galleries and roll in the heather (her favorite plant) We really wouldn't do much different, I always did everything with my ferrets and I will continue to do everything for them.

MamzelleCulotte

2020-03-18 13:28:24 +0000 UTC

Mine is a story of ALMOST losing my baby, my best boy, Bruin, last year. Bruin is a 9 year old, all black polydactyl cat with the biggest green eyes and cutest little kitty meow you've ever heard. He loves to make sustained eye contact and follow me from room to room, and gently lay a paw on my leg when sitting next to me. Last year, Bruin went into septic shock due to a mass that had been growing in his intestines that burst, and, after spending a harrowing week in the hospital, made a truly remarkable recovery (praise be to the angel-on-earth vets). The mass wasn't cancer, but a super rare disease called (are you ready) Feline Gastrointestinal Eosinophilic Sclerosing Fibroplasia. I can see you've heard of it. It hasn't been studied that much, so they're not entirely sure how we can prevent it from happening again, but Bruin is currently alive and (mostly, except for some asthma) well. The experience of having him in the hospital for a week and not knowing whether he'd live to see another day was the worst thing I've ever been through; I've never felt such grief before. And so, each day I wake up and he's there, I give him huge kisses, smell his head (smells so good), and tell him I love him I love him I looooove him.

Kate

2020-03-18 12:47:22 +0000 UTC

I lost my dear cat Tommy a few years ago due to kidney failure. He would always sleep on my bed, sit on my shoulders just for funsies and I could always cuddle with him. It really felt like he was my companion. He was also a mischievous little bugger! One thing he would always do is sit in the mailbox (that was located on the side of the garage door and could be accessed from within the garage through a little door). He would then peer out of the slot, spooking unsuspecting passers-by with his glowing eyes. When people came too close to the house or would try to put something in the mailbox, his paw would swipe out (claws retracted, no worries ;)), trying to catch them. So, that is what we would do! Hang out together in the mailbox, confusing people and tricking the postmen!

Shirley Kanar

2020-03-18 12:42:54 +0000 UTC

My cat Tipsy (aka Chairwoman Meow) was one of those calicos that live forever. We had her for 24 years before she passed. She grew from a tiny wee adorable fur ball to a beautiful tyrant. She just had to give all our other cats (and dogs some of whom were 3 times her size) a glowering look and they ran in fear. She had the most beautiful green eyes that were the same shade as the tennis balls she so loved. One of our favourite activities together was playing soccer - she always played goalie. She was very talkative with all humans she came in contact with and for me her most memorable feature was her raspy three-packs-a-day sounding meow. When Tipsy and I are reunited as ghosts, I'm not sure where we'll haunt, but I love the idea that mortals will hear her raspy ghostly meow from the beyond!

Leandra

2020-03-18 11:29:15 +0000 UTC

Bentley was my first husband. 😍 With his long black coat and white bib and paws he permanently looked like he was dressed for a formal dinner! He loved me so hard that whenever I was ill or upset (and even when I went into labour!) he would stay by my side, not even leaving to eat or drink until someone else was with me. He liked to wander too, though, and broke my heart a hundred times over when he disappeared for days on end for a long summer ramble! For that reason we would probably go a little bit ‘Wuthering Heights’ with our haunting and wander the Yorkshire moors in the summer - in formal dress of course! - and hikers would wonder if they had sunstroke because they could have sworn they just saw, off in the distance, a woman in a pale vintage ball gown with an elegant black and white cat trotting at her side... Of course, being a cat, Bentley also loved his home comforts so in the winter we would slip into a stately home and curl up in the library. I’d like to think that we wouldn’t scare the humans but they would sense our love for each other and be inexplicably overtaken by a sudden desire to re-home ten rescue cats! Bentley and I would sit by the fire, giggling about all of mischief-by-proxy we had caused! He was a lover, not a fighter, too so it would be fitting that our haunting would lead other cats and humans to share a bond as wonderful as ours.

Loki 1008

2020-03-18 10:10:27 +0000 UTC

I had just got separated and decided to adopt a dog. When I went to the shelter, there he was: a grey, scrappy little thing with a "wrong ear" (it didn't lay flat like the other one). He was already 10 years old. I immediately knew his name was Dusty. The people at the shelter had found him stuck in a patch of tar in the city. He was chipped and they were able to find his rightful owners, but when contacted, they confessed that they had deliberately abandoned him and didn't want him back :( Anyway, it was love at first sight. Flash forward, and I had fallen in love with an American & we married. Dusty and I packed a carry-on and moved to the States. One month, I got the very sad news that my mother was not doing well, and so I came back to Canada to see her. I left Dusty in the care of my in-laws. While visiting my dying mother, I got the call from my in laws that Dusty had passed. When Dusty and I are reunited in the afterlife as ghosts, we will haunt the dreams of cruel and negligent pet owners, starting with Dusty's former owners. We'll invade their thoughts, bringing about the smell of hot tar. Give them nightmares about they themselves getting tarred and feathered.

Sabrina

2020-03-18 09:41:39 +0000 UTC

I Love the painting of Mr Biggles it’s amazing 😻. We lost our lovely feisty cat Star ⭐️ also known as Munchkin 3 years ago, she was 17 years old when she died. We rescued her from our local cats home when she was 10 weeks she was so tiny and had the most beautiful tortoiseshell markings. She was our baby and we treated her like one haha. I miss her very much 😻 If me and Star 💫 were to haunt anywhere it would be our local cats rescue centre where we got her from, we would wait until the place was empty, Star would play with all the other Kitty’s and I would stroke and cuddle them and give them lots of love and attention. To cause mischief I would with my ghostly powers open the cages for the cats to escape for the night to play together 😍 in the morning the humans would have a nice surprise when they got to work 🥰 seeing them all happy and running around, they would have a time trying to get them back into the cages but hey ho we did want to cause some mischief ⭐️💫

Victoria Gates

2020-03-18 09:24:50 +0000 UTC

My Australian Shepherd Maxwell Smart passed away years ago. I got him when I was ten and he grew up to be like my sassy little brother who let me annoy him lol. He loved swimming so much. If we were ghosts together, we would probably set up at a summer camp. We would have fun playing hide and go seek with the kids (one of his favorite games) and would look after the kids swimming. He loved swimming even though his hair shed in the water looked like jelly fish and if anyone put their head underwater for too long he thought they were drowning and must "save" them by swimming on top of them haha. So he would be a ghostly lifeguard. We would be happy together again.

Staci-Anne Garcia

2020-03-18 09:01:08 +0000 UTC

My grandmother had two cats named Wicked and Katina, they were such a dynamic duo. Katina was the sweetest loudest most loving cat while Wicked was mean and sassy, they were best friends. They lived together for 18 years and honestly had a paw in raising me, I’d go over to my Gram’s house and they’d chew on my pigtails, my Gram and I would make card board haunted houses for them to hide in. Katina passed away first from a cancerous lump in her lip. After she passed my Gram swore she felt her presence still there, as a family we were doubtful and thought maybe she was just grieving. One day she showed up and had a picture that had a smudge of Katina on it, there was no mistaking that it was her, it was magical to see that this sweet kitty came back to keep an eye on things. Wicked lasted awhile longer she never seemed quite the same since Katina passed and she slipped away peacefully at 20 years old. Onto where our ghosts would be! Growing up my Gram and I would watch Practical Magic together and she’d joke about us getting really old together living in a big spooky house just the two of us and a bunch of cats! I’d love for us to haunt and cause a ruckus in a nice little secluded home, the cats causing a bit of mayhem but filling the walls fully of love and peace. I love the thought of some owner moving into this home and the kitties knocking over picture frames or mysterious paw prints appearing on pie crust. It’d be such a wonderful fulfilling afterlife to have the whole family back together again.

Britney Robinson

2020-03-18 08:07:42 +0000 UTC

Hi Christine, We are so grateful for you. This is for my daughter Ginger who lost her baby Dojo this past Sunday. We had her for 17 years. Our sweet Dojo went through so much but she was so loved. We recently went to Sleepy Hollow New York in October and had so much fun. So we would haunt Washington Irving's grave and spook the visitors by tapping them and our Dojo would run and play in that beautiful cemetery. Especially on Halloween!

Sarah Cortez

2020-03-18 08:01:56 +0000 UTC

Oh! This brought a tear to my eye! My fur brother sooty. He was my childhood woofer. The most kindest soul that I've ever met!!! He died in my arms. Hands down the worse day of my entire life. I begged him not to leave me, and I was telling him how much I loved him....blimey, sorry, no tears before 8am! Anyway, we would deffo haunt a river that was near us. Sooty's favourite thing was to jump in the river when there were Fishman, and that would startle the fish, and the fishermen would get so angry. Part of me always thought he knew what he was doi g, and he was saving the fish. We would haunt the river so much, it would develope a local story of the white lady and her bastard k9 would terrorise anyone who went near the lake...and kids would dare each other to camp there, and they'd freak each other out.....and they say at midnight when the moon is at its fullest, you can hear the white lady whistle her dog, and call his name, and you'd hear the dog reply with a howl!!!

Simone

2020-03-18 07:49:51 +0000 UTC

I love Mr. Biggles portrait! He looks very distinguished. The furry friend I lost was my sweet cat Vax’ildan. He was an all black rescue with the tiniest head and paws and a curly tail. He won me over at a cat cafe by licking my hand for half an hour. He was one of the sweetest creatures to ever grace this planet. In June of 2018 my dad died and Vax staid by my side until November of that same year where my sweet boy crossed over thanks to a sudden liver infection. If we were ghosts together we would wander the forests where I buried him so he could frolic with the other cats that have passed in my family and chase birds that are not on a screen.

Kelsie O'Night

2020-03-18 07:05:53 +0000 UTC

My Minon (Siamese Birman) was with me when I was 6 years old up until I was in college. She was an extremely beloved family cat. Together, we would definitely haunt a historic movie theatre, splicing satanic cat imagery into the film reels, in hopes of brainwashing customers into worshiping feline kind. 🎥

Sara Estridge

2020-03-18 06:16:07 +0000 UTC

While I would adore a portrait of my beloved fur child, I know my mother would love one even more of our late Louis. His passing was sudden and quite traumatic for us. He was big white and furry (royal standard poodle) so would be the perfect ghost and he was very very smart. We would set up at our local forest park - his favourite place to walk and has that mysterious ambience, and would scare the living by him appearing with my decapitated head in his mouth- all the while ghost me would be trying not to laugh! The reason is one night he created my mother with a possum head as a gift for his favorite person and she jumped in fright. It’s a memory we still all talk about as a family.

Mikaela

2020-03-18 05:44:22 +0000 UTC

My dear departed momma dog Willow was a surprise. A friend married into a family who bred miniature dachshunds. My friend found out that when puppies were not show-quality, her mother-in-law sent the puppies to the pound to be murdered (I refuse to call it euthanasia). She called me and begged me to help save those puppies. I immediately called the pound, and they would only allow me to adopt one puppy, so I adopted Lewis. I had never heard of a dog named Lewis. He was a cute little wire-haired blonde. My friend sneaked to the pound and picked him up for me. She put him on a plane and flew him half-way across the country to me. When I opened the crate, out popped a black and tan head followed by a blonde. My friend had kept a small female in her coat pocket, and she was never taken to the pound. She hid her at night in her room until she could smuggle her to me. She was Lewis's aunt. She was pregnant when I got her and she gave birth to three beautiful puppies. She was the best momma dog I've ever seen. Even after I found homes for her puppies, she would try to mother me when I was ill or she perceived danger. She was fierce when necessary, all 10 pounds. Lewis was and still is a happy go lucky guy. Willow was serious unless we went for walks in the woods where she would chase butterflies, bugs, birds, and even flowers. Last year she developed bowel problems that were inoperable and sepsis set in. I had to let her go. I still miss her terribly, and so does Lewis. If Willow and I were to set up a haunting, I think we would haunt one of our favorite trails and hike it each evening and sit on a rock and howl at the moon, just as we did when she was alive. To have fun with the living, I think we could rummage through backpacks and take bites out of sandwiches, munch on trail mix and leave dandelions behind instead, nip at heels, shake branches in the dark, and twist the direction signs to make sure people didn't always take the short trail so they would get enough exercise. (Just an FYI - we rescued 42 puppies all by smuggling them out of the shelter and flying them to safety by the time my friend's mother-in-law stopped breeding dachshunds). My living crew, Lewis, Alys (a pit mix), BeBop (another mini-dachshund), and Lexi (a shepherd mix) advocate adopting animals who are in need. There's almost always room for one more who will love you unconditionally.

Leathery Wings

2020-03-18 05:34:31 +0000 UTC

Marco (my loving fat Siamese baby) and I would find the oldest, most labyrinth-like bookstore we could. He would scare people by jumping in their laps for affection then vanishing when he's had his fill. I'd be busy giving book recommendations to any who could see me and asking them nicely to turn the pages on any book left open so I could keep reading.

Dominique Travis

2020-03-18 05:17:03 +0000 UTC

If my cat child and I were ghosts together we would probably spend our days at a pizza shop because it's his favorite food and we'd steal toppings off of people's pies all day because it's also one of his favorite things to do.

Rachel Tyle

2020-03-18 05:16:14 +0000 UTC

This is so awesome! You're so talented and every project you put out amazes me. I recently lost my best friend, (two years ago but it feels like she's still around in the house), but I imagine her in heaven with my grandfather(who i've never met, he passed away when my mother was in college) and my grandmother's (she passed away three years ago) home. And i have a very clear image of what their house looks like and I could see my cat, Coffee sitting and just chilling at the stone staircase. If we were both ghosts, I think we would haunt her nemesis, our other cat Happy who is still with us haha, I love them both dearly but Coffee never got to get her revenge haha It would be a fun time.

coffee

2020-03-18 05:10:53 +0000 UTC

I lost my cat Booker just over 2 weeks ago. He had been with me since I was 5 years old ( I'm 21 now) and we have been through a lot together since then. He was a soft little guardian and a family member. I miss cuddling him when I come home or whenI feel sad. He was always the sweetest little boy, flopping and asking for cuddles. Once he got them he would squish your hand with his paws and lick you. He even meowed back when I talked to him. I remember coming home from my first art show, where my work was exhibited last year and thinking how thankful I was that he was still around to see me accomplish that. I remember when I was little I would give him drawings I did for Christmas.

Cache Tepes

2020-03-18 05:09:12 +0000 UTC

I will never be over the loss of my baby Bastien, I raised him from 3 weeks old until he was13 yo. If we were ghosts together, we'd haunt Disneyland. Lots to do and see. Lots of cats to play with or scare.

Mischief Lavellan

2020-03-18 05:07:10 +0000 UTC

The portrait is AWESOME, by the way!!!!

Doreena Clark

2020-03-18 04:39:32 +0000 UTC

We would haunt old libraries but only on Halloween. We would become the town folklore :).

Amanda Shyman

2020-03-18 04:37:34 +0000 UTC

I lost my little angel baby, Halloween (a tiny black rescue kitty,) four years ago. If I could see her again...be a ghost with her...I would be SO HAPPY!!!! She was the BEST. I love her sooooo much!!! I would whisk her away to Disneyland!!!! We could ride all the rides, and she wouldn't be afraid of anything because we'd be ghosts! I'd show her everything in the park, and we could find the DL cats and see where they go, hehe. We could hide in the Haunted Mansion and watch people being scared of the fake ghosts, and we could try to creep our the employees by making little ghosty noises. Just the thought of this has made me silly happy and cry at the same time, lol. Mostly, I would just love to hold her tiny, furry, sweet self in my arms again.

Doreena Clark

2020-03-18 04:36:55 +0000 UTC

I lost my dog, Jasmine, of 10+years about a month ago. She had chosen me when we both needed it, but I didn't know it and were thicker than thieves ever since. Her death was completely out of the blue. She was a big ol snuggle pittie who was dense as a compacted brick. We would definitely haunt a bakery and she would shadow all the patrons, surprising them just long enough to knock their pastries to the floor and snatch them up in her ghost snout; and all the while I would be flouncing about freeing all the sprinkles from their Tupperware prisons. We would be irrepressibly constant, but charming enough that the staff would just learn to appreciate it. Probably.

E Pruett

2020-03-18 04:32:20 +0000 UTC

My love, my spirit animal, my pillow, my confidant, my best friend crossed into the afterlife two years ago now. His absence took awhile to adjust to as he was just my counterpart. I've only ever owned black cats so naturally he was black and had long beautiful fur. He always pretended he didn't want to be brushed but then ended up giving in and loving it. His end was not expected and was traumatic to say the least. To make a long story short, he needed a life-saving surgery we didn't think we could afford. We had already been through hospital stays and doctor visits and it just wasn't plausible. The amazing vet's office surprised us by doing the surgery pro-bono and changed my life. Although my baby ended up dying, they gave us more time with him. We would haunt old libraries. Only once a year, on Halloween of course. We would become the town folklore :) This entire post in making me tear and reading everyone else's comments breaks my heart. As pet owners, we pour our hearts into these special souls and its honestly life changing when they leave us. I've not since gotten another cat however, I was visiting a cat shelter where there was a cat with 6 toes that caught my eye. :) I'm not sure I'm ready for another little love yet but I'm hoping one day that changes.

Amanda Shyman

2020-03-18 04:30:10 +0000 UTC

Fred Jr, my soul cat, passed away at 18 in human years, having been loved by me for 15 years. He was a black kitty and a snuggly bug! My friend who used to house sit for me would say he felt violated after a visit with Fred Jr🥰 So Fred Jr and I will someday haunt the Smithsonian Natural History Museum so I can wear the Hope Diamond and he can play with Egyptian kitty mummies. Then we will move on, going all around the world for all time, stopping to snuggle with those who need a us.

Tamara Connolly

2020-03-18 03:46:12 +0000 UTC

Chiflado (Spanish slang for spoiled) was my soul doggy. I got him when I voted for Obama, the first time. I’d let him chew on my arm, shoes though my antique chairs were his favorite ! He grew into a very vocal furry bear of dog. He helped me through my depression when my brother passed away. He’d make me get out of bed and nip at my legs when I zoned out for too long. I scared my family when I would stare into space during my grief. Our favorite thing to do together was walk through the neighborhood and he’d charm my older neighbors. So I’d like to imagine our ghostly haunts would be walking through nursing homes visiting the residents behind the staff’s back and tormenting mean abusive workers.

Liv

2020-03-18 03:43:20 +0000 UTC

I lost my angel baby Jimi Lee Hendrix ( American cocker spaniel ) a year ago .. he was a lover not a mean bone about him . We rescued him from his first owner ( that had him locked up in a cage for 15 hours a day I begged her to give him to my family ..So he found his forever home ,joy lots of hugs and rubs and bark with us his true family , if we were ghost we would hang around his favorite spot our backyard playing and rolling around in the grass and chasing lizards then on the couch sitting on my lap for cuddle time .

Leandra

2020-03-18 03:41:59 +0000 UTC

My dog Rupert was a Border Collie/Rottweiler mix. I got him when I was 7 years old and when he was a puppy he looked like a small bear cub. <3 We never took Rupert to training classes, but he was the most well behaved pet I have yet to take care of. Whenever he heard one of our cats getting into a fight with a stray cat outside, he'd bark to wake up the whole house so that we could let him outside and he'd herd our cats back into the house safely. We lived in Louisiana basically across the highway from the levee, so sometime I would walk him there so he could run around without his leash. He passed away when he was 14. I was 21 and no longer living in Louisiana, so it was really hard not getting to be there with him during his last few months since his passing came so suddenly. If we were ghosts together, I imagine we would spend a lot of time on the levee watching the river. He would chase after the joggers on the trail that's at the top of the levee and i'd sit there laughing at him trying to get their attention. I'll always love my baby boy <3

Heidi_mae

2020-03-18 03:37:32 +0000 UTC

Our oldest cat Sir Richard came into our (more so my mother's) lives at a very difficult time. We had just immigrated from South Africa to Australia and my mother took the move really hard. She fell into a deep depression and my father got her Sir Richard to keep her company during the day when my sister and I were at school. Now, almost 13 years later, Sir Richard is an old bag of bones and my mother is doing much better but those two are always together. Attached at the hip, if you will. We struggled financially when we made the move, so much so that renting DVD's from Blockbuster was a luxury we couldn't afford. So, we would "rent" movies from the local library but the library would only stock movies that were based on books, so we watched a lot of adaptations of Jane Austen, Charles Dickons, etc. and my mother really fell in love with the Victorian/Regency era during that time. So, I can imagine my mother and Sir Richard haunting a Victorian Manor when the finally pass. Sir Richard is a very nervous cat, so I can imagine his ghostly bones rattling through the night and my mother has a very high pitched, almost witch-like cackle of a laugh, making them the ultimate duo for a good, proper haunting.

Leoné Viljoen

2020-03-18 03:21:06 +0000 UTC

Savannah was my beautiful Australian Shepard/ Collie mix. We walked through City Park in New Orleans every day and she had the ability to make anyone smile. She had a beautiful coat and was so smart, everyone that met her loved her. She was 16 when she passed away (I was 20 when I got her and 36 when she died so she meant the world to me) and at the end we called her the Dowager Countess because she was so old and regal. As ghosts we would haunt a very old Live Oak tree in City Park in New Orleans so we could walk under the Spanish moss and sit by the water forever. Her ghost would appear to make people smile, while I would steal their jewelry!

Rae

2020-03-18 03:18:48 +0000 UTC

I would like to nominate my Latino, pearl Cockatiel, named Fire. I lost her 9 years ago, Oct 21st, 2011, which was on my grandpa's birthday who had also passed 2 years prior. She was 10 and only lived half her life. She had a growth on her chest that the vet couldn't remove. She was very sweet and loving. If we were to haunt together, it would be in some sort of small-town art and craft store where you could find unique items. We would watch and walk along with the shoppers and try to whisper or give them signs on what to buy and make. Secretly, we both were wishing and hoping for living family members to enter the store, one day......

Terry Brazier

2020-03-18 03:16:21 +0000 UTC

I lost my sweet dog ruby about 7 years ago. She was a beautiful ruby red vizsla (hints the name) We grow up together in a small town less then 300 people on Grand lake in Oklahoma. If we where ghosts together that would be the place we would set up. The both of us would run around in the woods outside my childhood home. Laughing in the moonlight and watching the moonlight bounce of the waves of the lake.

Natalee

2020-03-18 03:14:52 +0000 UTC

I lost my sweet silver persian Jobie six years ago. He was the best snuggler, he would know whenever I was up set and he would reach out and put his paw 🐾 on my face to comfort me. If we were ghosts I think we would set ourselves up at the Vanderbilt mansion Biltmore House in Asheville North Carolina. It has pretty views and nice comfy places where we could snuggle up and read mystery books. He could brush by people with his fluffy tail and they would wonder what it was lol.

Christie

2020-03-18 02:58:18 +0000 UTC

Malia (my cat) loved hunting and (unfortunately) would hunt super cool animals like hummingbirds and lizards. She was also so clumsy and once got stuck in a plastic bag, got scared, and slid across the kitchen floor trying to run away from the bag. If we were ghosts together we would hang at my parents' house and I'd watch her do bad ass/ridiculously stupid things like we used to.

Shellee

2020-03-18 02:50:41 +0000 UTC

My favorite fur baby was a Rhodesian Ridgeback named Taj. He was handsome and well behaved. Loved chasing squirrels and birds (like most dogs), and never missed a chance to sleep under that warm sun. The country would be our haunting grounds. Frolicking thought the trees and creeping through the house. Howling during the night and trip any unsuspecting passerby during the night hours (since that happened pretty frequently when he was alive). He would run at full speed at a living and bump into them with all his weight. Since he loved digging holes, we would dig deep trenches so when someone was walking, they'd unexpectedly stumble. (Another popular pastime of his) Once in awhile, a quick nibble on a toe. I miss him everyday...he was an amazing companion. Hugs to you Christine...I know Mr. Biggles was a big part of your family.

Marivi Manaluz

2020-03-18 02:43:34 +0000 UTC

I am entering on behalf of my husband. He lost his best friend and dog Nilas. Nilas was only three and while playing his stomach flipped and they weren’t able to save him. To answer the post, I would open a shop in New Orleans with my childhood cat Blackie (he was a black cat, original I know). We would be a pet shop bakery by day and have seances at night.

Ashley Williamson Thomas

2020-03-18 02:33:37 +0000 UTC

I lost my black pug Winston a few years ago. What happened was do to my situation at the time I had to find him a new home and the tragedy was, he died not long after. I never got to see him again. I miss and think about him a lot. I wish the situation had been different. If we were reunited as ghosts together We could take a never ending walk together and explore and haunt different homes and places. Winston and I would see all the different people with all their drama and see how they live.

Brenda Hunt

2020-03-18 02:31:20 +0000 UTC

I lost my little puggy Penny almost 10 years ago and I still miss her so much. She was totally my familiar. We would open up a pet day care for both the living and passed pets to hang out and have fun together.

The Misfit Witch

2020-03-18 02:04:47 +0000 UTC

My Ozzy ( prince of darkness ) we would move into the winchester house in San Jose the place intrigues me we would roam the hallways and see where everything goes.Then we would stroll the grounds for all to see. He was all black with one white splotch mini schnauzer a bit on the large size 30 pounds. He had a warped sense of humor the cat will confirm this it was a love hate thing but she misses him too. He got cancer i had it removed it came back and it could not be stopped he was 14 and passed last year March. It was a black day for sure but by that time the lumps were getting monster status. I know we would love the winchester house as would I and then of course there are the ghost squirrels. Ozzy was one of a kind my little gothic bad boy unforgettable

Reina Benavidez

2020-03-18 02:01:38 +0000 UTC

My niece lost her lifelong best friend Rufus, her cat, just this winter over the holidays and it utterly devastated her. He spent his every moment cuddled up close to her from the time she was a baby till his last days all he wanted was to be with his favorite person. He passed from kidney failure at the age of 13. The two of them as ghosts would most certainly end up haunting their family home, turning on the tv to watch shows together hogging the blankets of course. Leaving paw prints all over the place just to drive my Sister (my niece's mom) batty having to sweep up all the mess from her ghostly mess makers.

Gwynn Oden

2020-03-18 01:43:35 +0000 UTC

If I were a ghost with my lovely Staffordshire Terrier (pitbull) Hana, who is the sweetest dog I’ve ever had, we would sit at all the shelters and persuade all the shoppers with cupids arrows to help facilitate adoption of all the sweet pitties. 💘

Colleen Diane Sakane

2020-03-18 01:42:18 +0000 UTC

Dude (my cat) and I would haunt a coffee shop. He loved coffee. To have fun with the living I'd drink their coffee so they have to get another and Dude would spill coffee beans everywhere so he could roll around in them.

Tammy Terry

2020-03-18 01:38:53 +0000 UTC

Tim was the name of the kitty love of my life. My bond with him was unlike anything that I have ever experienced. It was like our souls recognized each other. March 14th marked three years since I held that sweet kitty for the last time. I miss him every single day. I think that when we are ghosts together, we will sun bathe in a garden full of catnip. We will just lay there, soaking up the warmth. I also imagine that we will do a lot of the things we couldn't do when we were alive. We would go to movies together and live shows. We would go to coffee shops and museums. But most of all, we would just spend time together. All of the time that ever existed or ever will exist. I would spend all of it with him.

Robyn Moore

2020-03-18 01:35:54 +0000 UTC

2019 I lost my girls Fluffy and Lara 6 months apart. They were 18 years old. Their mother Luna, who sneaked out one night and met herself a man gave me these two beautiful girls. Sadly, Luna passed away when the girls were 4 months old. Luna was a domestic sleek black cat whilst her lover boy was an old barn yard cat that I at the time thought was half Maine Coon, later found out he was a Grey Rag Doll. I had taken my closet apart to have a free from all things delivery area. Luna found it much more practical to give birth in my daughters closet filled to the brim with toys and clothes. Aimee would come screaming, "Mama! Luna gave birth in the closet, help get the kittens!" I got them after much seeking and then brought them and Luna to my closet. Lara took after her mothers sleek figure and short hair, but maintained her fathers coloring. Fluffy, if it isn't obvious by her name, took after dear old dad. Lara adored my kids while they were growing up and took to caring for my youngest child, my youngest daughter. She let Traci do whatever she wanted. I remember all the times, I watched her in her toddler years, just carry Lara like a silly, dare I say it-- Rag Doll. It never stopped. All the years watching my youngest child become a teenager those two were each others best buds. Traci even would sleep on the floor just to chill out with Lara. Losing Lara for her was just as hard as it was for me losing, Fluffy and Lara. Fluffy, was a lovely grey Rag Doll, that was always with me. Wherever I sat, she sat. She would tell me when to go to bed even. Ten O'clock on the dot every night without fail. She would get off the chair leg rest where she would sit between my legs. Jump down to the floor and stretch, then, she would turn and sit and stare towards my bedroom. Once I stood up, she would sashay her way down the hall. Think if you will, Lucifer from Cinderella. Same big butt swoosh. LOL The first month after losing Fluffy, was devastating for me, I never realized how dependent on her comfort I was. I mean it was 18 years of my life. She went through my good times and my bad times in life. She was there to comfort me. We literally did everything together. Book time, computer time, movie time, food time, and sleep time. When I say, she was literally with me all the time. I mean it. I was a stay- at- home mom. I didn't reenter the workforce until my youngest was driving at 16. Then, Lara became closer to me when Traci moved out and it was just she, I and my husband left. She took over Fluffy's routine like it was her duty. Lara never sat with me or done anything that Fluffy done with me ever. Until her passing. 6 months later, I lost her as well. After three months of serious depression of not having them. My husband said, I think it is time for you to get another new friend. I agreed, and now I have a black young man named, Lugosi. Yes, after Bella Lugosi. We do call him Lou for short. He is a silly young man, always into some trouble. but he jumps up for hugs and kisses every day I walk in the door. He also, took over the job of an unknown "sister," he never got to know. He sits between my legs just like Fluffy had done so many nights, months and years. He looks like Luna, Sleek and Black with Lara's agility and spunk, but with the love of Fluffy. I honestly, believe that he was meant to bring me the peace I needed. I will forever miss my girls. Edit I got so into the story of my girls I forgot the Haunt part. LOL Fluffy and I would more than likely be the caretaker ghosts. I'm the eldest child of two and 16 years at that, my entire family comes to me to deal with all things in life. Not to mention, naturally, my personal family of children and hubby. I always assumed that Fluffy was the elder of the two girls since she and I claimed each other and Lara claimed the youngest of my children. So, we would stay with family and keep an eye on them to comfort or have some fun with.

Raven Vancil

2020-03-18 01:35:48 +0000 UTC

Haku, my corgi, was a very social boy. Even up to the point he got liver disease and couldn't go for walks as easily. I think we would both be at home at the park. I like the trees and the flowers and he likes the people and the other dogs. And chasing whatever squirrel happens to be around! He was near and dear to my heart and he was made extra special by the fact that he was born near the day my husband and I was married. It's been about three years now since he passed away but I still miss him terribly and I think I always will. They always have a place in your heart that no other furry friend can fill, mostly because those other little furry friends make their own special little place.

Denise Osborne

2020-03-18 01:31:54 +0000 UTC

Wow! Just reading these breaks my heart. I have lost beloved pets each year for the last 3 years. My oldest was a 23 year old cat, my 13 year old cat and my 11 year old cat. I cannot express the amount of pain my heart has endured these last few years. I hope we can all heal and find comfort in the time we had with them. If my cat gang and I were to haunt anywhere it would just be our front yard, where we enjoyed taking Halloween pumpkin photos and had many afternoons of naps in the hammock!

jessica franzen

2020-03-18 01:28:33 +0000 UTC

My love and affection to all of you mourning the loss of your beloved fur babies and friends. Best of luck in the contest and may your hearts feel peace and ease. My special pet, Tiger, and I would haunt Olympic equine arenas. We’d make audio tracks skip, spike the water (not with anything fatal or that would cause illness) reverse all the stall cleanings, rumple riding jackets and turn everyone’s helmet cover deep purple (our favorite color).

Tondria Sanders

2020-03-18 01:11:58 +0000 UTC

This time of year is hard because a couple days ago marks the anniversary of my dog's death, and tomorrow will be the anniversary of my grandmother's death. We joke that the Ides of March are cursed, and I'm pretty sure I've seen both their ghosts in the house. My dog was a large black Bouvier des Flandres. 80 lbs and came up to hips, but when company came she'd hide behind my legs while barking and grumbling. We often called her Phantom Muddy Paws because she had a perfect knack for getting her feet muddy just as soon as a mopped floor dried, and then walking all over said floor. But you would never see her do it, just the paw prints. Even when it was bone dry outside she'd find a way to get her feet muddy. I think I'd haunt kitchens with her leaving muddy foot and paw prints all over freshly cleaned floors.

Laura Clayton

2020-03-18 01:05:21 +0000 UTC

Mr Meowgi used to greet me at the door everyday and meow like a siren until I pet hugged loved and dropped everything to be sure he was acknowledged. As ghosts we would walk through old abandoned industrial buildings - soon to become rehabbed apartments like our was - making the best of his haunting Siamese yoweling meows and chasing me through the walls of every apartment until we found a nice place to relax and cuddle up with a view of the city. We used to love watching cars out of the windows and big fluffy snow falling together. I’d love to have Mr Meowgi scare people with his haunting meows which are easy to get out of him if I just play a game of hide and seek. It’s actually something I’m really looking forward to this game when I see him again. He is my soul mate. My missing piece. My heart aches and so broken not hearing his voice greet and talk to me everyday.

rebekah kik

2020-03-18 00:58:12 +0000 UTC

When I made a dramatic move to a different state I was petless and heartbroken because of it. Then the neighbors cat from downstairs started fighting with a "strange" large cat on my deck. One night when I went to stop the fight this "strange" kitty just ran into my apartment and never left! I believe she was left by people who had moved out. Needless to say my sweet RamaLam chose me as her mama and stayed by my side for 17 years. She was my Michigan kitty and I loved her so much. One of her favorite things was to roam the "back 40" and climb trees, both downed and standing. If we were both ghosts we would roam the forest and climb trees, spooking out the neighbors and all other spirits in the woods! I love her and miss her so much! I have had numerous cats in my life but none like her.

Arlene Steimle

2020-03-18 00:47:06 +0000 UTC

My dog Foxy Brown, a shepherd mix, died almost exactly a year ago. We had adopted her at three years old at which point she had already been at three other homes before us, it took her sometime to get used to being in our family but we were able to give her a happy life for the eleven years she lived with us. When she was six years old we adopted her younger and much smaller little sister Kiara, a yorkshire terrier. Foxy Brown loved Kiara but they got on each others last nerves like siblings do. Kiara liked to boss Foxy around while Foxy teased her by sitting on her tiny dog bed or a toy she was playing with. When Foxy parted it was a very sad day, but what truly made it worse was that her little sister Kiara didn't understand where she went. Kiara would roam around the house and even refuse to come inside after playing in the backyard as she was convinced Foxy was going to show up out of her hiding spot. If I got to be a ghost with Foxy Brown, I think we would get into some mischief haunting and teasing her younger sister. Foxy loved toys that squeaked and made noise but Kiara thought they were too scary and didn't like Foxy's toys. Foxy particularly loved an motion sensor alligator that would spin when played with. Foxy and I would haunt Kiara by teasing her with the alligator then would curl up and cuddle next to her to tell her that we are still here and her sister still misses her. I think Kiara would sleep happier knowing Foxy Brown didn't leave her but is still thinking of her and will one day play with her again in the great beyond.

Kyle Wilson

2020-03-18 00:45:17 +0000 UTC

I lost my sweet goober in 2018. I named her Lucky because she was a black cat with a tiny white diamond on her chest and witchy 10yo me saw it as a divine sign. <3 If we haunted the world together, it would be on the back street near my family's house and we would prowl the path to stalk people of all ages (a lot of people, kids and teens mostly, would walk down the street and path to get to the McDonalds, gas station, or grocery store nearby). She was an indoor/outdoor cat and while I was growing up, she would lead me to the edge of the street and wait for me to return before leading me back to the house. I like to think that while she'd be helpful to passersby, I'd be the one to mess with people haha. Seriously though, I think of her so often even now and I pray there's some kind of afterlife in which I can be reunited with her again. Thank you for sharing your story of Mr. Biggles and for the contest, I can't wait to see what you come out with! <3

Cass

2020-03-18 00:44:35 +0000 UTC

I lost my precious Ember baby a year ago yesterday after 15.5 beautiful years, she got a virus and her health, which had always been so great, declined at a horrifying speed over a period of 3 weeks, I had her put to sleep in her special spot in our home as my last act of love. The place we would haunt together would be Ember's favorite spot, our large backyard. She would spend the day guarding the back and side gate, diligently watching from her special perch on the hill (where a patch of pretty flowers happened to start growing after her passing), barking at unsuspecting passerbys up and down the length of our gate, ears flapping in her ghostly wind. I'll be laughing from the avacado trees where I'll be crocheting matching ghost sweaters for me and her while making terrifying whisper sounds helping to effectively protect the house just as Ember would want. We'll enjoy perfect evenings in the canopy of our avacado trees snuggled, as we were once upon a time, for all eternity. *No matter who gets this beautiful gift, I hope getting to write about your undoubtedly amazing fur babies helps everyone's grief, we really don't deserve these amazing beings who love us so unconditionally ❤ and thank you for this contest Christine, I loved watching your show with my Ember I think she felt how happy it made me and that made her feel happy. They're cherished memories.

Rachael Rubalcava

2020-03-18 00:41:47 +0000 UTC

My two cats Pete and Suzie, both ginger little sweethearts (brother and sister) passed a few years apart but I couldn’t see them without each other as ghosts! I would say we would all hang out in a summer garden and scare people by jumping on them when they bent over or making all the flowers flat by sleeping on them! They both loved the sunshine and sleeping in the flowerbeds! <3 xx

Pip Costa

2020-03-18 00:24:04 +0000 UTC

I lost my hedgehog Doctor last year. Hedgehogs are my favorite animals and he came to be after being rehomed four different times already. I had to work hard to rehabilitate him and get him to trusting humans after so long of being abused and neglected. Hedgehogs don’t trust easy even when they aren’t neglected, it usually takes a year to bond with them anyway. So after daily working with him he eventually came around and then you could see how much he loved me and how much he appreciated me. I had worked so long and so hard to get to that point. Unfortunately we only had a few months together of him being completely comfortable before he got cancer and passed. I worked so hard and so long, I just thought I’d have more time with him. If I were a ghost with him, I would probably want, since I got him taxidermied, whoever ended up with him I could help him possess his old body and do a Night at the Museum kind of deal where he goes back into his body and I can posses a lamp or something and we can run around and wreak havoc in someone’s house in the middle of the night and leave weird scenarios staged for them to wake up to in the morning.

Effy

2020-03-18 00:09:46 +0000 UTC

I'm so very sorry for your loss😢💔 but what a beautiful portrait of Mr Biggles🖤 I rescue animals and run a sanctuary, so I experience loss quite often and its gut wrenching. But last year my gorgeous Peppa goat was taken from me in one of the most horrific ways. A vicious farmer kidnapped her, stabbed her then dumped her where my daughter would find her. Writing this is incredibly hard. Peppa was an incredible being. She was very intuitive and knew exactly when a snuggle was needed. She slept in our laundry and would often help in the kitchen tasting everything to make sure the food was up to scratch. Peppa loved everyone and was always finding another way to get into mischief. My daughter and I miss her terribly but know she will always be with us. I think if we were to haunt anywhere it would be a forest, playing with all the pixies and faeries and looking after all the wildlife keeping it safe from any harm

Liana Palumbo

2020-03-18 00:04:36 +0000 UTC

Given I lost my twin tuxies, Gaston and the Princess, at the roughly same time due to old age, I imagine this a triple threat. Gaston use to love asking to drink out of the sink as his eyes were bad,so I imagine he and I would be in the kitchen. As a ghost He would be asking for, drinking from , and playing with a running kitchen faucet. Ghost me would probably be turning on the faucet for him, and then working at organizing the kitchen. The living would probably find their kitchen pots and spice rack reorganized every other day. Ghost Princess would be up in her bedroom (aka the master bedroom) sleeping on her sunny window sill during the day and then kitten meowing (she could still do that at 20) for a rub at the Witching Hour... I miss my little monsters every day. Thank you again for sharing your story and how you chose to memorialize Mr. Biggles. I greatly appreciate it.

Christopher Cunning

2020-03-17 23:21:38 +0000 UTC

Three years ago I lost my beloved pitbull Lily. I had never had a dog before , and even though I’ve always loved animals , I had never really had a connection with an animal until I got her .She was my best friend . She was always right next to me and loved to get under the covers and lay right next to me at night. For 10 years she was glued to me and whenever I was sick she wouldn’t leave my side. She was so very special. I think that it would be perfect if She and I were to haunt our house since I have tons of blankets . Lily’s favorite thing to do was to root around in,and get under the blankets. we would make perfect ghosts , under the sheets or blankets haunting the halls of our home.

Bree

2020-03-17 23:07:17 +0000 UTC

My Doris-Day and I had been together since I was a moody 14-year old. She was a wheaten border collie with a perpetual unimpressed look about her - it was great, but also kind of unhelpful if I was talking about my PhD struggles. She tried to take on storms, hated hobby boaters down on the beach and stressed very badly about fireworks. Doris had undetected cancer and after an incident at home, she went to the vet and only came back in an enamel silver urn. It was really hard for me and my dad. He was uncontactable at work that day and she was fine when he left at 6 am. We actually don't have a lot of photos of her, she hated random things being pointed at her - so we just didn't do it. Kept her happy. I don't think we'd have to set up shop anywhere specific. We'd be those terrible 'latch ghosts' that hone in on something/someone interesting. Doris would probably be unimpressed with any tricks I would try to pull, but she wouldn't be above stealing soft-serve ice-creams. It was our favourite special treat in the summer. We'd walk down to the beach and indulge in secret :)

Ellen Whitton

2020-03-17 23:05:40 +0000 UTC

Sorry fo your loss, I too just lost a kitty this bast week. It’s never an easy process no matter how many you’ve had in your life. I’m currently building mine a little casket and tombstone. I keep some of their hair to put in a locket also.

Rebecca Valentine

2020-03-17 23:01:19 +0000 UTC

My bunny Riven passed away this last August, she was a rescue and had behavioral problems. I worked with her very patiently for months and she finally warmed up to me and we were inseparable ever since. I was even able to bond her with another bunny I rescued later. I have never felt pain like when she died, even knowing that animals live shortened lives and we just don't live forever, its been so hard letting go of her. There is a state hunting grounds near where I live in a rural part of Michigan and we'd love to haunt the fields and woods there. Nothing like scaring away hunters and protecting the wildlife from them. We would even guide animals to stay away from the roads so they wouldn't be hit by passing cars. Riven was so beautiful and fiesty and I'll adore her forever, she is greatly missed.

Annalis

2020-03-17 22:54:25 +0000 UTC

For me it would be my cat Mikey. My family found him and his sister as new born kittens when I was 3. My mom has no clue where a 3 year old me came up with the name Mikey for a cat and his sister Linda. Him and I bonded instantly, he would follow me around, I "taught" him how to play the piano, dressed him up, everything a little girl does with dolls, I did with Mikie and somehow he kept coming back for more. When I was 7, he was hit by a car in front of our house, luckily it didn't kill him but a broken leg and pelvis. My parents spent a ridiculous amount of money saving this cat due to the unusual bond him and I had (my parents still reference this strange connection we had 13 years after his passing into the ). He recovered and his love for me and personality didn't change despite the trauma. As I grew up, he insisted on still being part of all the things I did such as eating peanut butter Girl Scout cookies on the back deck with me or when I took him with me like holding him while I jumped with him on a trampoline, I somehow didn't get scratched. In his old age, he befriended BooBoo (named after Yogi and BooBoo) a feral cat and and attempting introducing him to us humans. Mikey passed away at the age of 17 human years when I was 20 years old. I have yet to find a cat I have bonded with like him and his splendid orange tabby cuteness but I continue to rescue kittens. I believe that Mikey and I would choose to haunt my childhood Elementary school since he always seemed disappointed I had to go to school. We would help those students sitting and working on the dreaded long division problems, making the recess bell ring early and hiding the teachers' lesson plans.

Kristina Hinojosa

2020-03-17 22:36:37 +0000 UTC

I lost my incredible Sulfer Crested Cockatoo last year. Her name was Coco. She was a rescue bird - she had cancer, one broken and dropped wing, and bird flu. We had her wing amputated and her cancer surgically removed 3 times, but she did not make it out of surgery after the 4th. I loved her from the second I saw her. She was so naughty but so sweet, so full of life, and so full of life. If we were ghosts together, you would always hear us singing and dancing together at home. We would haunt our little house. I would make sure she would run up and down the hallway, so the living could hear her little pitter-patter of feet. We would chase away the pigeons together. We would crawl on the living while they were sleeping, just before the sun comes up, to let them know we are ready for them to wake up and play together. And maybe, in the afterlife... she would be able to fly again. I would love to be able to see her fly.

Rhi

2020-03-17 22:15:12 +0000 UTC

If we were ghosts together, my late baby Leia and I would haunt Hwy 40. She had high anxiety, but she loved road trips and riding in cars. In 2014, we moved from NC to CA, and she did so good. For fun, we would randomly appear in the back of people’s backseats (maybe that would be too scary though lol). I miss her every day. She passed away on June 3, 2018. There will never be another like her:(

Alison Cedeño

2020-03-17 22:06:55 +0000 UTC

For my tenth birthday, I got a bedraggled little pony who had lived hard life working at the Pike amusement park in Long Beach. We'd bought her at an auction for more that one hundred dollars, which was a fortune. To me she was the most beautiful amazing animal ever and I couldn't believe she was mine. Like a true ten year old of the seventies, I named her Midnight Star. At first I spent most of my time brushing her and feeding her apples and carrots-trying to pass for a real cowgirl when the truth was I was terrified to ride her. Eventually the father of one of the real cowgirls at the stables told me he'd ride with me on the weekly "Night Ride" to the Shady Acres Golf Course-something that most of the riders at the stables did. He used a lead rope to keep me safely connected to him on his horse while I rode Midnight the whole way there and back. I was so scared and almost jumped off at one point when we had to ride down a hill, but he said, "You stay on that pony," and I did! After that I was a rider. Midnight and I had so many adventures together and having her formed much of my identity. If we were ghosts together, we'd relive some of the good old times-riding along the trails next to the 710 freeway; swimming on horseback in the deep waters of the slimy flood controls; pretending we were a trick duo along with the other kids and their ponies-riding backwards of all things; and heading to the Ropin' Arena for the best meal ever-hamburger, fries, and a Coke. We'd gallop wildly along haunting the hearts of all the little girls, and little boys for that matter, who long for adventure and need some ghostly inspiration to become braver than they think they are capable of being.

Adriane

2020-03-17 21:37:32 +0000 UTC

I've lost my two black kitties a year apart from each other. Rhiannon & Lily. I've never felt that much pain, but I know you and everyone else has felt that pain as well. Both strays I took in when they were abandoned fur balls. Lilian or Lily was named after Lilian Gish ...for obvious reasons. Except Lily I'm pretty sure had no bones. She was so heavy & smushy that when she walked her belly would swing, thus becoming peach fuzz over time. She'd lay on you and you'd notice that your leg or arm has become numb from the lack of circulation. When you tried to pick her up to move her, she was just a mass that seemed to form no shape, except the sweetest little face & velvety nose. Rhiannon on the other hand was an elegant & graceful beauty. So my 'polterkitty' and myself would love to hang out in a hotel room...across from the elevator. My ghostly cat curls up on your head at night. Cute right, but doesn't get off. She's curled up there, all the time everywhere. So fun at first. But you’d have to explain it. To everyone. Sometimes others can see the cat, but then sometimes they can’t. But you always do. “Hi, nice to meet you. Sorry, I have to explain. I’m haunted by a cat. She (I think it’s a she) sits on my head. Just ignore her, she’ll be asleep soon.” ... “Thank you for coming in to interview… we’ll, um, be in touch.”

Suzanne Zorich-Feathers

2020-03-17 21:36:47 +0000 UTC

My dog Rosie passed away when I was in university—I spent my entire childhood with her. She was an absolute glutton, constantly figuring out ways to break into the pantry to get into food. If we were ghosts together we'd live in the kitchen of an incredible restaurant, befriending the chefs and convincing them to make us meals.

Elizabeth Foster

2020-03-17 21:19:10 +0000 UTC

My girlfriend Whitney had to assist her snorkie, Zelda, into the great beyond last year. It was a difficult decision and we still miss her. If they were going to haunt anywhere together, I think it would be the parking lot of the chicken restaurant near our old house. I don't eat meat, so they would go in her car and camp out for chicken strips together. Zelda became a favored face there, so her spiritual presence would hopefully bring some joy to the strip-slingers. 💜

Fig

2020-03-17 21:18:43 +0000 UTC

My cat Sasha passed away last October. She was the sweetest and gentlest cat I ever knew. She was a foster of mine from an animal shelter. She was 12-14 years old and desperately underweight but with a little love she had a dramatic turn around We would haunt a library. She loved sitting in my lap while I read a book and occasionally pawing at the pages. She loved quiet places and quiet people.

Jena Marie

2020-03-17 21:13:17 +0000 UTC

My daughter olivia is 7. 2 years ago she lost her best friend and familiar havoc. She was only given a year with him cause we rescued him when he was older. Never was a pair more perfect for each other. She is an animal whisperer and her soul bonded with him. I would love to have him made eternal by one of her favorite artist. If they were ghosts olivia would be in a tree with her precious havoc guarding below but looking up at her as if she crested the moon

Cere DVyne

2020-03-17 21:11:11 +0000 UTC

Here's a limerick I wrote for the prompt: There was a ghost lass with her kitten a spectre, Looking for mischief in a dark old town sector. A gentleman they found, bottle in hand, to scare But turn and run frightened did not the man dare For the lass and her kitty found a spirit collector

Angel

2020-03-17 21:05:44 +0000 UTC

Banshee and Buick were my sweet dogs, and a devoted couple. Banshee was a nurse dog - she had to inspect any cut or scrape and would hover around us (human or animal) if we coughed, and sleep with us when we were sick. Buick was so in love with Banshee that he guarded her when she ate and let her have all of the treats. When my little nephew got sick, Banshee kept sniffing and pawing at his ear, so they took him to the doctor, and then emergency surgery, and he was in the hospital for months - but Banshee saved his life by recognizing the infection. She got sick and died a few months later, and soon after, Buick died of a broken heart. So if my 2 dogs and I were ghosts together, we would haunt the children's ward at hospitals - my dogs would play with the kids and sleep with them, Banshee would heal them and Buick would guard them so they wouldn't be afraid in the night. And I would fly through the halls giving the tired night nurses extra energy and whispering words of encouragement.

Aunt Debbie Halloween

2020-03-17 20:42:59 +0000 UTC

Last August I lost my cat Hermione.. we called her Mi-Mi. She was 14 years old. We had her since she was born. She was my best friend, and the one thing that could make me smile on really rough mental days. She was put down a week after my birthday. And she's buried right outside my bedroom window. She was my best friend, and my fur-baby. She was the main reason I had to stay here in Idaho, now I just want to leave (I have other reasons why I can't, but they arent important right now). Its been 7 months now since I lost her. The pain has dulled, but I doubt that it will ever completely go away

Emily Harvey

2020-03-17 20:36:38 +0000 UTC

I actually lost 2 cats last year: my best boy of 15 years, Muffin, on January 1st, and then my young boy, Mew-Mew, a few months later. I was (and still am) distraught, so I actually did think about an afterlife together as a way to cope! But I would love to set up shop together in a giant library. My boys always loved to be in my face when I would read or draw, so they would have a blast messing with readers by chewing on book corners and people's pencils, and trying to nudge people/their things when they want attention XD People may find unexplained piles of books appear out of nowhere, or have a book fly out of a shelf to their feet (my way to recommend something), and they would wonder why things will sometimes feel too heavy to pick up, as if there were invisible forces sitting on top (as my boys must involve themselves somehow with my things). The peaceful ambiance of the library may occasionally be enhanced by gentle purring coming from empty nooks in bookshelves, and people would know not to disturb those spots.

Tracy J

2020-03-17 20:35:28 +0000 UTC

I lost my cat Anubis to Feline Infectious Peritonitis last July. He was just about a year and a half and the whole process was incredibly painful to go through for me and my son. In our short time together he loved to be outside, even when he was his sickest he loved to lay in the grass. So when we are ghost together we are going to go have amazing adventures outside, including hiking since an both enjoy exploring. We will probably also play some pranks on my son since we are all mischievous 😝 and I know my son would know it was us!

Athena Pennington

2020-03-17 20:29:13 +0000 UTC

Last year, February 22nd just several days after my birthday I said goodbye to my sweet pug Lola Von Teet. She got the nickname as she would always roll over for belly rubs showing off her fabulous set of teets. Lola came into my life as a re-home when I needed a bit of extra love in my life as I was processing a breakup. Lola and my other dog Pepper Puggle soon became best friends and she added some much needed sass and excitement to our lives as her personality reminded me of Sofia from the Golden Girls. Caring for her towards the end was very difficult as her legs weakened and eventually she lost the ability to walk. So in honor of my raggedy little pug we would haunt Scoop Dog which is a local frozen custard spot that the girls loved going to for a special pup cup treat. As Lola would never turn away a meal or dessert, she would probably take huge bites from unsuspecting customers’s cones while I would focus on finding ways to rearrange the menu board with bizarre concrete flavors of the day. Anyone want to try a Baked Bean concrete? This is a lovely contest for all us patrons. To all the pet owners ❤️

Emily Witt

2020-03-17 20:26:54 +0000 UTC

Harvey was my little brother growing up. My parents always said he was their favourite child. He was an English Springer Spaniel and looked like a puppy for all of his 13 years on this Earth. He was the sweetest soul and I never met a person who didn’t instantly fall in love with him. He had the sweetest nature. I miss him terribly and the fact I wasn’t able to be with him when the end came still hurts. But I cherish the memories I have of the wonderful years we spent together. We used to sit in the garden for hours on end and he would help me study whilst watching the house closely for my mum. When her back was turned he would try and eat her strawberry plants. So I think we would camp out under the stars in a strawberry field doing crafts together. We would keep an eye on the farmers and when their backs were turned we would eat strawberries together. Harvey was a great leaper and loved springing up from tall grass. I imagine he would love springing up with strawberries in his mouth and leaving the farmers wondering why their crops were floating in mid air. Harvey was my Peter Pan and never ‘grew up’. He inspired my ongoing love for animals and continually sparks my compassion towards our fellow animals to this day. He made me see how wonderful and unique they all are. My heart aches that he never got to meet my dog-daughter, Puzzle. They would have adored each other I'm sure. But long may we be together in the strawberry fields sharing love, friendship and just being generally cheeky. Never intentionally too scary. It wouldn’t be his way and that’s just fine by me.

Kylie Wroe

2020-03-17 20:26:17 +0000 UTC

My old dog Phil was the ugliest dog ever, but we loved him very much. He was certain that he was just a small human and he always thought he was the alpha despite being one fifth the size of his brothers and sisters. He was hit by a car one night and didn't make it after we rushed him to the vet. If we haunted this world together, I think we would spend our time changing channels on people's television sets and turning on radios/record players/etc. because we were both always old souls who just liked existing without any worries... and giving someone a harmless fright seems like a plus!

Melissa G. Hernandez

2020-03-17 20:18:16 +0000 UTC

Our late dog Parker once stood up in our yard and a line of little ducklings followed him - he was so sweet and had such a kind heart. After his death, my parents shut themselves out from the idea of getting another dog, which has always felt like a shame, because getting a new pet doesn't mean forgetting the ones that are no longer physically with us. I am hoping that if I win, I can gift this portrait to my parents and to solidify Parker's lasting impact and help them finally be able to get a new dog. My mom desperately wants one, but my dad is still having trouble with losing Parker 9 years ago this fall.

Cally

2020-03-17 20:14:38 +0000 UTC

This contest makes me happy and very sad at the same time, because I miss my little bunny and soulmate Kakashi that much. About 12 years ago he jumped into my life, saved me from starving and feeling lost by just being absolutely georgeous. We lived together for 10 years and he brought back my smile. If we were ghosts, we would propably sit under a tree, enjoying bananas and wait for someone who needs a litte hope and joy in his/her life to come around. And yes, we will ceep a smile out of him/her! We will meet again, pal.

Illyria

2020-03-17 20:11:16 +0000 UTC

We lost our beloved black cat Thackery Binx von Gikkingen Kress unexpectedly in November. He was my engagement cat who we found unexpectedly in a petstore in the mall about 11 years ago. He was barely two months old when we found him and had basically lived most of his life in a hamster cage in the front of the store (which was catered mostly to bred dogs). I knew I wanted him right away, and before my husband (then fiance) could protest I pulled every crumpled bill out of my pocket and paid for him and the minimal supplies we would need until I got paid again. I carried him out in my coat through the mall and when we took him back to the apartment he ran sideways for the first ten minutes since he'd never been let out to really run. At this point in our relationship, I hadn't moved down to Virginia yet and was still visiting twice a month, so for a small amount of time it was just Binx and my husband. They bonded so effortlessly though and that sweet black cat will forever be his baby. We've always joked that I'll never love him half as munch as Binx loved him. In November, he got sick very unexpectedly and we lost him two days later despite our best efforts. To say we were devastated doesn't even touch the surface of the pain we are still going through - I don't think we'll ever heal entirely. My husband still sleeps with the blanket that we wrapped him in on the way to the vet and our living cats still look for their brother around the corners and hiding under the sofa. If I could be anywhere with his ghost, it would just be in our bed with him cuddling between us - drooling on my husband's arm and purring. I know this doesn't exactly answer the question, but thank you for letting me share <3

Katy K

2020-03-17 20:10:21 +0000 UTC

I adopted Pickles when he was just a little kitten from a large litter. All of them were gray tabby- but I picked him out because he was biting one of his siblings. At the time, I was staying in a college dorm where you were not allowed to have pets. My first issue was getting him up to my room without being detected. I put him in my backpack and every time he would meow during the long elevator ride up, I'd try to cover it up with a cough. The next real problem was that he would be alone all day while I was at class (everyone knows how curious kittens can be). One day, I came home from class and he had fallen in the toilet! I knew immediately that his name should be Pickles-because he was constantly getting himself in a pickle. Pickles grew to be a big boy-almost 22 lbs. He loved his food, and strangely- cantaloupe. He enjoyed roaming around outside and rolling on his back in the leaves. One day, he brought me a live bird as a "present"- which I had to chase all over the house to catch. The worst part of this story is that Pickles did not live a very long life - he was only six years old when he died. After visits to the vet, we found out that he had hypertrophic cardiomyopathy- his heart was just too big. When we buried him, we planted flowers over his grave, so that every time they came up I would think of him. If he and I were ghosts together I think we'd set up shop in the Baltimore Aquarium. They have a fish exhibit (obviously), a rainforest exhibit, and an Australia exhibit. All of these different environments, and the constant influx of new animals arriving would keep us occupied. At the big ocean tank we could watch the black tipped reef sharks navigate the water. In the rainforest we could climb trees and follow the birds and monkeys on their daily trek through the canopy. In the Australia exhibit we would ride on the backs of wallabies and play hide and seek with the bearded dragons. If we wanted to have a bit of fun with the living, we'd swap some of the animal's tanks. One day, the volunteers would come in to find the sea turtle in the dolphin tank. We would also dress the fake sharks that they have hanging from the ceiling in human clothes. It would be funny to see a giant hammerhead with a policeman's hat on.

Jocelyn E Bottomley

2020-03-17 20:05:41 +0000 UTC

In October 2018 we lost our boxer, Baby Poopooski. 😔😔 When my sister gave birth to my niece Baby Poopooski was immediately super protective of her, almost like a second mother to her. There weren’t many people that she disliked but if she didn’t like you then she didn’t allow you by my niece. She loved going out in the backyard and the minute we’d open the backdoor she’d leap off the porch like a gazelle and run around. All I thought about was how much fun she and my niece would have going outside together when my niece was mobile enough, but sadly we lost her to cancer before my niece started walking without holding onto furniture. Now whenever I take my niece into the backyard, I bring Baby Poopooski’s box of ashes with us so she can be there and watch her baby play. That’s what I’d do and where I’d be if she and I could be ghosts together, haunting my sister’s backyard and watching my niece play. I’d also be holding her on my lap. That’s where she’s always sit when we’d take trips to visit family in Louisiana and it’s also where I held her ashes on her final trip home. 🦮💜

Matty

2020-03-17 19:38:20 +0000 UTC

It was my mom's cat, Rocky. We had her for 21 years, and a week before we were to move country, she passed away, lying in the sun on the back patio. She must have known at her age she wouldn't have survived the trip. I'm glad it was peaceful, but my mom was so upset it took her over 10 years before she allowed our family to get another pet. Since my mom doesn't believe in ghosts, their hangout would be in Heaven, because animals go there too. She would give Rocky lots of cuddles.

Alicia Harrington

2020-03-17 19:36:03 +0000 UTC

It’s hard to pick a favorite pet, as all of mine had their own unique qualities that made them great. Right now I am missing my candi girl (beagle). My dad and I lost her to cancer just one month after my mom died suddenly from cancer, one year ago. We grew up together- she tolerated me dressing her up and putting her in my baby carriage. She would always howl when her food was dished up. I think we would travel the world together in search of great smells, as beagles do, and scare the crap out of people by popping out and howling in celebration of people about to eat, so that people could experience the same happiness she did as she was served her meals. She was my candi girl and I’m always wanting her. (Candy girl is obviously her song and it would be the background music to our travels). My heart goes out to anyone else who’s lost a pet ❤️

Kim Blackmore

2020-03-17 19:35:43 +0000 UTC

Brooklyn was a black Burmese cat given to me by my Mum for my 15th birthday. She was 1 week past her 18th birthday when she passed (cancer in her jaw bone). There is a Cathedral that sits at the top of the city I live in (Newcastle, NSW). Brookie and I would haunt the graveyard that sits behind the Cathedral. She would lure people to follow her to where I would be waiting to pounce with a ghostly scare. The hill also has an amazing view for when we’re off duty. God I miss her, she was with me for more than half my life, through everything. I empathise your loss 😞

Erin C

2020-03-17 19:34:13 +0000 UTC

I (very happily) am still sharing the world of the living with my beloved Australian cattle dog/beagle mix, Loki, but I know the devastating heartbreak of losing a pet. I don’t want to compete for this prize because I think it should go to help memorialize and heal someone hurting from the loss of a fuzzy (or not) family member, but I wanted to thank you for the very thoughtful giveaway. I cannot imagine the heartbreak when I have to part with my sassy puppy companion, and I think it’s wonderful that you’re doing this for some lucky fan. For now, Loki and I will be thinking about you and Mr. Biggles as we continue to plot the destruction of the world as we know it, one Amazon delivery driver at a time.

Alex

2020-03-17 19:16:45 +0000 UTC

My first and only kitty was Sydney. She came to me as a tiny baby stray kitten after her mom and her brothers and sisters had been run over by a car. I was just a 12-year-old kid at the time and I cried when I saw how sad she was and how she cried. But we worked together to form a new bond and Syds and I became best friends very quickly. Most people never believed I even had a cat because no one ever saw her. They saw her box and her food but never the cat herself and that's because she didn't trust anyone but me (though she did rub up against my dad's leg once and he has never forgotten). She would stay up in the rafters of our house and only come out when I called her (and I, of course, only called her when the coast was clear). She would talk to me all the time about everything and I still hear her sometimes. The last thing she did before she left her physical body was answer my meow. Her and I would be fabulous ghosts. We'd move right back in to the rafters of that old house together and meow and scratch up all the door frames and run around the kitchen at 3am. She was much like a ghost in life and I think she could teach me a thing or two about letting the current owners feel like they might have a cat but not one they can find. I'd be happy to be a cat-impersonating ghost along with Sydney.

Jess

2020-03-17 19:12:33 +0000 UTC

If my Leo and me were ghosts we would haunt my parents house and torment my mom's cat Archimedes, which was Leo's bestie and I know they both would like to play again. I'm pretty sure Leo is already haunting Archimedes anyways because sometimes I see Archimedes jump just like when Leo used to play-attack him. We would also make sure to haunt my grandma when she comes over because she never liked cats and I swear when Leo was alive he knew this. He would purposely go over to her when she was sitting at the dining room table and secretly rub on her legs to claim her 😆 Leo had a wonderful sense of humor and was my living teddy bear. He weighed only 5lbs, but sounded like a 250lb man when he walked. Oh how I miss him 😩 I found Leo as a tiny kitten when I was only 10 years old abandoned in a barn and he was basically half dead. There were plenty of healthy kittens there for me to take, but I of course wanted the little polydactyl ugly duckling. My little Leo the Lion lived a long life that was full of love. R.I.P. ♥️

Mariah Marek

2020-03-17 19:10:46 +0000 UTC

Hi Christine- i had never heard the phrase 'heart dog' or 'canine soul mate' until i lost mine- an Old English Bulldog named Tank last year. He was my everything, and i was his. When i read your post that knife of loss twisted in whats left of my heart and the tears came again. I wish i could tell you our whole magical story but that would take time im sure you dont have. For us it was love at first sight when we rescued him as a 5 month old pup from being kept in a concrete backyard 24/7. He got sick at age 8. 7 specialists, a 10 month battle and 15k later he died. Then, 9 months after Tank passed we lost our beautiful French bulldog Lily. She wasnt my heart dog (she loved my husband best) but i loved her with my whole heart. Now my heart is broken from loss. If there is an afterlife and I get to see my friend again, honestly I'd hold onto him and never let him go again. If Tank and I got to be ghosts together i know exactly what we would do. We would spend eternity driving around together (the ride was his favorite) hitting all of our favorite old haunts (the beach, Arroyo Seco) and then sneaking into peoples homes to eat food off of their counter while they weren't looking. Sandwich on the counter but you turned to get a soda from the fridge? Bam- turn back and sandwich gone. Tank was a professional counter surfer and food- any kind of food- was irresistable to him.

Kirsten Perez

2020-03-17 19:10:41 +0000 UTC

My husband and I lost our sweet sweet Spirit (yes, his actual name) over a year ago and it was really hard on both of us and especially hard on our other dog, Jade. He was a senior dog so he had already lived a good life, even with him being deaf and blind for several years. If he and I were together in the afterlife we would most definitely haunt the local dog park since it was his favorite place to go when he had the energy. I still miss that little booger but it brings me peace knowing that in the afterlife he can see, hear, and not be in constant pain anymore.

Tasha Mulkey

2020-03-17 19:06:16 +0000 UTC

What a beautiful portrait. She did such an incredible commemoration. Just stunning. My deepest condolences on the loss of your beloved boy, Christine. About my little one: We lost our precious Sphynx girl, Nimn, to a brain tumor. By way of background: We adopt special needs little ones and she came to us with a myriad of issues that gave her daily challenges for her entire precious life. She is, to this day, the sweetest, most earnest little soul we’ve ever been blessed with. She was small, purple (yes, lilac purple!), soft as a peach, smarter than we were and equipped with a sweet little sing-song voice that perpetually commented on or inquired about everything from when her next meal time was, criticizing the slipshod job we did in tucking her into her favorite blankie, expressing utter shock at why we weren’t carrying her at that exact moment (using your legs is for suckers, you see), vocalizing intense curiosity about why we were taking so long in the bathroom (totally not embarrassing when guests were present) and vocalizing genuine confusion at not being allowed to sit right in the middle of whatever project or work we were doing when clearly our meager efforts would be enhanced with her butt directly on it. There's just no adequate way to share just how special this little being truly was. Nimnie was ours for 12 years until the month approaching our wedding when we came home from frantic preparation to a gruesome scene which resulted in us having to have her eye removed immediately, along with as much of the tumor and cancerous tissue as they could find. It was fruitless. Her little body gave up a few short months later. It still hurts every day. 💫Our haunting afterlife: If Nimnie and I were walking this earth together in our afterlives, I think we’d settle in Disneyland. She would get to see, smell, explore and taste everything, with none of the restrictions she suffered in life. There the two of us could people watch and Nimn could chatter away about what folks were thinking when they opted for stilettos ahead of a long hard day of walking, as well as discussing other fashion masterpieces that caught our eyes. She could pop balloons and nip at the bubbles that kids spray rapid fire into your face and food with abandon. We could both eat anything without worry, sitting at tables with guests, nibbling on their meals, rearranging the items on their plates into faces and she could bat at their forks in mid-air, while we sat back and took in magic! We’d share clam chowder and she could eat all the despicable clams I fish out of it. She could make friends and foes with horses, lizards, birds, etc. now that she’d have an outdoor life without a leash and sweatshirt ruining her day. We could watch the bright, beautiful fireworks and she could see them with her new, clear eyes. And finally, she could place her butt joyously on every surface she pleased! So many tiny ass-cheek prints would cover that park and, I’m sure, many of the folks visiting. Assuming all this didn’t shut the park permanently, it would be absolute paradise. General future goals: To keep my posts short. 😐

Charity Damon

2020-03-17 19:03:03 +0000 UTC

The loss of my little guy, Tyrion, literally changed my life. He was a toy Australian Shepherd and was my BABY. He was 3 years old when a contractor left our gate open and he got out and got hit by a car. That lead us to re-evaluate our lives and move off of that busy street, even though it was our 110 year old dream home. It just felt like an insult to him if that didn’t teach us a lesson. He LOVED to dismantle things, not destroy necessarily, he just wanted to take things apart. I would find cords chewed in sections but left in a straight line. He also loved to collect treasures under this step back cabinet in our kitchen and his favorite show was heartland - he loved the horses! I think we would have to haunt a big department store like jcpenney or something along those lines - plenty of new little things to dismantle and collect (new so I wouldn’t be upset messing them up ha!), then comfy spots to curl our ghostly selves up together and watch horses on tv!

Ashton Radley

2020-03-17 18:56:32 +0000 UTC

I suppose I should give a little back information. I’m very passionate about animals, and I take in a lot of them. Even my pure bred animals most of them came from bad breeding situations and have genetic issues, so I’ve experienced a lot of loss with pets. One that hit the hardest was one of my standard poodles named Luna. I got her as a puppy, and she had all kinds of things going on like worms etc. Also, I got her cousin so the two would have each other. I had to have her pts before she turned two as she ended up having a genetic condition that threw her into a seizure fit the vets couldn’t stop. I’ve had so many pass away, but she was particularly hard being so young. She would have been two on Oct 28th. My little Halloween baby. Now, when she was alive she had a kind gentle spirit and loved everyone. Her cousin is kinda a more nervous dog in personality and she was good at soothing her. I think if we were to haunt someone together hers would be less of scaring people and more of comfort. She would have been a good therapy dog, so I could see going to visit children or the elderly with her. I think she would have been good with other animals as well. Since we would be ghosts and could go wherever I could see us haunting like an animal shelter where we could sit with the ones stuck there and make them less lonely.

Jessica bush

2020-03-17 18:54:33 +0000 UTC

My baby Buster was my very first fur baby as an adult on my own. After I met my husband and introduced them, he hated him and would attack him every chance he got. Because of this, when I became pregnant, my husband was fearful that he would be like this with our baby but I saw something strange. When we set up my sons crib before he was born, Buster would sleep in it. He would lay on my stomach so gently and when my son finally came, he would never leave my sons side even sleeping with him in his crib (which would annoy my husband). Buster is now 16 and my son is 13 and till this day never leaves my sons side. He still sleeps with him every night in his bed. Haunting wise, we would have to haunt anywhere my husband is because even though they do get along now, he still loves attacking my husband's feet every chance he gets!

Megan Quiroga

2020-03-17 18:48:18 +0000 UTC

I've lost quite a few pets over the years, they have all hit me pretty hard. But I'd have to say my Cat hit me one of the hardest, because he was always by my side, and I was there by his side the last couple days of his life. We don't have many photos of him, but I'm willing to dig. He was my partner in crime, so if we were to haunt together, it would be somewhere we can be indoors and outdoors, as he was free to come and go in our house as he pleased.

Samantha Konet

2020-03-17 18:41:25 +0000 UTC

I am putting forward myself and my cat Moxica. He is the most beautiful ball of black fur, and behaves like a little baby - putting his paws up onto you so you pick him up like a child. However, he has a dark side and is known in our family as ‘the black devil’. You’ll cradle him then, suddenly, he’ll hiss, like he’s seen a ghost, and claw at you. He’s a gorgeous, little psychopath. Together, we would set up shop wherever my fiancé is to torment him. He tried to get on with Moxi, who follows him around and tries to ‘hug’ him, but after being randomly attacked several times, my fiancé avoids him at all costs. Moxi has given him ‘the fear...’ but to me he will always be my baby.

Suzie

2020-03-17 18:38:10 +0000 UTC

My boy, Poe, passed in 2015. When I first took him in, my vet at the time refused him as a patient as he was FIV/FELV+. He told me to put him down. I told him where he could go and searched and searched until I found a vet that would treat him like the godsend that he was. This sweet boy followed me everywhere, he loved to go for rides ( especially to McDonalds for fish sandwiches). He saw me through two separate diagnoses of cancer four years apart. He was the best pet that I’ve ever been owned by. It broke my heart when the FIV/FELV finally took him. I have him immortalized on my arm in a tattoo so that I will carry him with me forever. 🖤

Crystal Nye

2020-03-17 18:37:28 +0000 UTC

Mine is a dark tale..... although all of my past furry kids (who were all rescues) were special, the one that my heart hurt most for was a little Maltese I named Tater Bug. He was from a puppy mill seizure. For 4 yrs he lived in a little 2x2 ft cage. He had tapeworm when i took him in. He had never felt grass or climbed stairs or got to sit on the furniture. It took him 6 months to trust me and 2 years before he even started to act like a dog. He finally was a happy dog, but then about a year later I found out he had an inoperable tumor in his stomach. I ended his suffering (he was unable to eat or drink) shortly there after. So when we weren't spending time laying in the sweet grass under the warm sun, he and I would haunt the horrible individuals who treated animals with cruelty. I told you mine was a dark tale.

Celeste

2020-03-17 18:32:58 +0000 UTC

Holly Golightly, my gone-but-not-forgotten Russian Blue(ish), was a mean little thing...and I loved her all the more for it. The vet used to put a tag that said "Biter" on her carrier when she would visit. Once, while travelling between Los Angeles and Phoenix, she jumped out of the car at a gas station in Blythe and tried to run toward the smell of a nearby KFC. People witnessed me hysterically yelling at a cat that she they probably would cover her in seven herbs and spices and serve her if she got too close. Fortunately, she got back in the car. I think it would be fitting if she and I roamed that desolate drag of gas stations and fast food restaurants in Blythe, scaring off customers so she could have all the chicken she wanted. And hey, if someone gets bitten, they were warned by the tag!

Tiffany LaBarbera-Palmer

2020-03-17 18:30:31 +0000 UTC

The love of my life died in 2018 after a very long charmed life. Her name was Toki and she was a super mutt. She was the runt of her litter and out lived the vet's expectations because she was too stubborn not to. I grieve her so. Her once annoying hairs are now prized treasures. We would definitely set up our haunting shop at a tourist station near Snoqualmie Falls here in WA. I actually only took her there twice in her lifetime because she was overly excited to "drag" me up and down the walkway to the bottom of the falls. She was so excited to be there and loved the water. She would whip around with excitement which would either make people smile or totally freak out. (She was about 65lbs.) We'd definitely create random gusts of wind to scare people and make a few unexpected water splashes too.

Thea Starr

2020-03-17 18:30:05 +0000 UTC

First off, my baby’s name was Tigger. Sometimes I referred to him as Tiggles. I’m sure together we would haunt some sort of cheese shop. He loved cheese! He was almost like a mouse haha. I’m sure if we were ghosts, we would have to be cheese thieves. Tigger used to use all his weight, he was a 20lb. Healthy tabby, and he would kinda nudge our door at night. Together we would do similar to make people walk outside, just so he could steal their cheese. Even if he could just take a bite, I know it would make Tiggles so happy haha 😹 Then people would notice after awhile that every time their door gets nudged that their cheese will be missing, such a weird thing to happen. But I’m sure Tigger would never regret the idea. He could do that for eternity. And I’m sure I would also enjoy some cheese at some point. He basically loved to play “reindeer games” and make you chase him because he woke you up in the middle of the night. I still miss that annoyance in the middle of the night. He will forever be my Tiggles, the cheese thief. .

Marina salinas

2020-03-17 18:27:26 +0000 UTC

I lost my cat TomTom a little over a year ago and one of his favorite things to do was watch videos of sharks :') it's weird, I know. I discovered this one day when a show about sharks was playing on our TV and he sat himself on the armoire and watched the show. After that I would play him shark videos on my laptop.. he would watch every part about the sharks but as soon as the video started showing some other sea creature he lost interest. So, if him and I could haunt somewhere forever I think I would choose an aquarium. Not sure which one but definitely one that has a large selection of sharks. I'm also okay with spending the rest of eternity with surrounded by sea life... I think once we started to spook enough people it would be a funny and interesting ghost story. Who would think a ghost cat would be haunting an aquarium? He was talkative when he wanted to be so I might have him follow people around occasionally meowing, maybe he could even materialize inside the tanks 😂 I would steal scuba suits and take dips in the water myself, only to have people realize there wasn't anyone in the suit!😱 It'd be a fun time I think:)

Caitlin Kenny

2020-03-17 18:22:06 +0000 UTC

My sweet Jack passed last summer. He was a 17-year-old chihuahua and I believe he was my soul mate for that time. He had so much love to give and as tiny as he was, he was the best cuddler! Of course, as he got older he loved a nap. I sent so many pics of him to my friends they suggested I start an IG account for him. I did and it's @tinyjacknaps. Because he loved naps and cuddling so much I say we would haunt anyone in a place that needed some cuddles. As well as anywhere that had an amazing couch to cuddle on and watch TV.

Rebecca Jones

2020-03-17 18:21:36 +0000 UTC

Me and my mischievous black kitty would be wandering souls, paying visits to recently bereaved grieving owners who had been untimely parted from a beloved familiar companion. We would spend a few days pushing around their recently departed's toys and pictures, stirring the room where they used to sleep, and otherwise trying to bring peace to their human in recognition that the spirit of their furry, scaly, or feathered friend lives on, even after freed of their soul's earthly vessel.

Angel

2020-03-17 18:16:07 +0000 UTC

P.S - I also named my business after her: Skeeter's Closet (antiques, vintage, curiosities, and oddities) to help her live on :)

Jessica Irons

2020-03-17 18:15:06 +0000 UTC

Definitely a haunted aquarium, I have a betta fish named October and me and her would wonder around the aquarium at night! ( I feel like ghost fish would be able to swim in the air) we could float around and mess with the night janitors, or set up cool art inside the tanks!

Chance havins

2020-03-17 18:12:36 +0000 UTC

Hi Christine!!! 😊 To be honest, if I were to be lucky enough to have the opportunity to see my girl, Skeeter, and be ghosts together. . . I would choose to set up shop and haunt my parent’s house, where we all grew up together. She was a homebody, and loved her people to the core. . .and honestly, mostly just her people. She was always somewhat of a skeptic of the outside world; but those she loved, she loved hard and dearly. I was one of the lucky few to be graced by her everyday unconditional love. She was a kind and beautiful soul, my sidekick in life. I have always felt, and will always feel that she is, and was, my one true soulmate. If you laid on the floor she would come and lay her throat on yours to give you a hug. She would smile at greet you, each and every time you came in the door. I have always loved animals and have had many pets, each and every one special to the core. We even lost three dogs (due to them being old) within that same year. But, our bond together remains untouchable. I think about her every single day and wish I could touch her sweet little wirey and chaotic whiskers. I even, for years, carried around one of her whiskers that I found in my lap, and deemed it a “lucky whisker”. Though she is gone, to this day, I still keep and treasure that lucky whicker. . .and lucky it is! Back to the contest. . . I would chose my parents home, where I grew up with Skeeter, to haunt, because I would want to leave specific little mementos to my mom and dad throughout the house showing them that we were together, and okay. Skeeter had an affinity for ripping her toys into small little material pieces that she savored and loved with her whole heart. A good example would be a toy elf that she completely decimated, but then for years treasured his small, slobber-saturated, mauled material head. To this day I still have “Elf” and could send you a picture. Anyway, I would want to randomly leave little toys that have Skeeter’s “mark”, just like “Elf” around the house, so my mom and Dad would know that she and I are there and are okay. She would let out these blood-curdling “bowles” in the middle of the night (a type of howl/woof) if she heard any noise that triggered impending doom (this included a floor creek). Furthermore, we were all quite used to what we began calling “blood-curdlers” throughout our mid-night sleeps. If she and I were ghosts together, I would absolutely ensure that she rip one of the “blood-curdlers”: A) to scare the crap out of my mom and dad, but also, to let them know she is still there with them. A scare and a laugh – both things we value in our family. I am no different than others that have lost their pet and my heart goes out to each and every one of you. However, to have the opportunity to have someone I admire so much and identify with (YOU), memorialize my dear pet that I have lost and love/miss so dearly, I would genuinely be getting the present of a lifetime. Here is a link to my Instagram showing a snapshot of Skeeter’s photos on the day I lost her: https://www.instagram.com/p/Bm2HkdSh8dP/ Cheers, in honor of you, Skeetie Girl!!! (A gal of a thousand nicknames: Bailey, Skeeter, Skeetie Pie, Basketball Jones, Shabeeva, Shamarma, Marm, Marmadoo, Puss, Puss Berry, Special Girl, and so many more. . .) P.S. – We would also take a ghost trip to Goodtimes, and raid their stock because she and I would always take car rides there to get her “Paw Benders” (pup-sized up filled with vanilla custard, doggie biscuits, and peanut butter) Her absolute fav! 😊

Jessica Irons

2020-03-17 18:10:18 +0000 UTC

My husband and I lost all three of our furry feline babies in the same week... It started with our Stevie getting sick so we took her to the vet and they said she had kidney failure but we told them we thought it was panleukopenia they assured us it wasn't that, but 4 days later we had male the decision to put her down. We said our goodbyes and made the decision to let her go. We asked them to check out other two cats because they were not acting right. They checked and said our kitten Binx was just dehydrated and gave her a shot to help with it, several hours later she died in my arms. In a desperate attempt to save our last cat, Kit Kat we took her to another vet and she was tested positive for Panleukopenia. We explained to the vet what happened and showed him the tests the previous vet did and he explained that they did every test but the obvious panleukopenia tet that took 15 minutes and he suggested we contact them. They had the audacity to say they could give us "new" cats for free. We demanding our money back so we could help save our last cat (we had already cancelled our wedding to try and save them). Kit Kat spent 7 days isolated alone at the vet, but she ended up checking on her vomit because they were not watching her properly, so we made the decision to let her go because we couldn't see her like that. If we could haunt any place it would be Rosie's Dog Beach (our cats were leash trained and loved playing with the dogs at the beach). We would have our traditional weekly picnic (with temptation treats of course) and bury each other in the sand just like old times.

Bianca Figueras

2020-03-17 18:10:10 +0000 UTC

My beagle -Poppy. She passed 3 years ago from congestive heart failure. She was with me through tough times, especially during the loss of my husband several years ago. Poppy was a howler. Late at night, she'd sit in the middle of the yard facing the trees, ears back, snout in the air and she would howl away. My neighbor once said her howl sounded very haunting and she used to get goosebumps hearing it. When Poppy starts to howl, she'd eventually get the other dogs in the neighborhood going and before you know it, you heard a crescendo of howls in the dark night. I think that would be our ghostly deed, we'd go to random neighborhoods where Poppy could begin her ghostly howling and we'll see what disturbances arise. Who knows, other ghostly dogs would like to join us too.

Donna Kong

2020-03-17 18:06:20 +0000 UTC

My sweet fur baby died in my arms last Halloween. He was my first dog, and I picked him out of his litter. I have never known depths of grief like this, and I'll never have another dog. We loved taking road trips together, and he was the BEST traveling companion! So I think we would haunt rest areas. And get into peoples cars and see where they take us. Sometimes hitchhike. We would eat their snacks, and haunt their music source to make sure they always listened to a good audiobook or good traveling music :)

Shanda Jones

2020-03-17 18:02:48 +0000 UTC

We lost one of our cats to cancer in January. Fenway was the sweetest cat ever and loved to sit in our sunroom, watching the birds and squirrels. Since Fenway was an indoor cat and only enjoyed the outside from afar, we would haunt somewhere super cool and fun. I love to visit Salem MA, it’s beautiful and full of history, and other ghosts & spirits of course! Fenway and I would have a great time haunting there and making friends 🖤 🐱

Erica Macy-Lesperance

2020-03-17 17:44:13 +0000 UTC

.......Gordo was the sweetest cat in the world, was a hugger and gave the best massages. With everything that happened last year, I have not been able to mourn him, when I stop to think about him, I feel incredibly lucky that he picked me to spend his life with. I will always cherish our nights hugging and watching TV. Our long car ride from NJ to FL and seeing the beautiful relationship he had with his sister Flaca. I miss you Gordo.

Sandra

2020-03-17 17:40:21 +0000 UTC

I lost both of my cats, Rocky and Gizzie to Kidney Disease last year, they passed 9 months apart. They were from the same litter, Rocky, my boy being the first born and little sister Gizzie being the runt of the litter. Rocky became the man of the house when my father passed. Anytime there was a noise outside or a knock at the door, Rocky would put himself between me and the unknown danger. Gizzie was extremely feral, she would hide when we had company and would not speak until 4 months after I adopted her. She would stand at the door waiting for me to come home from work every night. If Gizzie, Rocky and I were ghosts we would love to haunt a mattress store. We would jump from mattress to mattress around the store. Gizzie and I would be on a bed and Rocky would make creepy meows under the bed and then claw the sides of the bed to scare us (he did this often).

Jasmeen Burton

2020-03-17 17:35:02 +0000 UTC

I don't know if I qualify. My dog is still around but I've always said if he were to pass away that I'd be completely distraught. If Walter and I were ghosts together, we'd go to Scotland. He's a West Highland Terrier so I'd love for him to be back in the "homeland." We'd go around the highlands and hit unattended bagpipe bags so they seem to make a haunting sound all on their own.

Rachael Flores

2020-03-17 17:27:11 +0000 UTC

I haven’t lost Samaritan yet, but it’s a matter of any day now, she’s 19 1/2 years old and we’ve been together since she was an undernourished 6week old kitten. She’s the love of my life. 2 years ago she got cancer and I was told it’s unlikely she will last the month, she had her ear amputated twice, first the tip them the whole ear but sadly cancer remained. I’m so lucky to have had this extra time but I wake up every morning and look at her next to me, hoping she’s still here and still ok. She’s so frail now but when she was younger she was so FEISTY! In the almost 20 years we’ve had together she’s seen me grow from a girl into a woman, she’s seen me marry & divorce, get my heart broken and fall In love. And I’ve watched her grow from an adorable kitten, to a shoulder perching teenager, to an alpha queen adult to a quiet little old lady. It’s a rare night I’ve spent apart from her and she’s always cuddled into me at bedtime purring as I scratch her chin and rub her ears. Sam used to love prowling rooftops, we’ve lived In some interesting old pubs in London and Essex and she’s always found the best window or balcony to get onto the roof. We would haunt the turrets of Chateau d’Ussé which to me looks like a fairytale castle, Sam would chase the moonbeams and I’ll sit on the window watching her tumble and pounce like she was 3 again.

Johanna Perry

2020-03-17 17:26:57 +0000 UTC

What a wonderful gift! I’m sure we have all lost a best friend. My beautiful Pit/Boxer mix Kobe passed away at the age of 15 in 2016. She had the most beautiful “old face”. She got me through many tough times including the death of my parents. As you can imagine, all these feelings of grief came flooding back when Kobe Bryant passed (her namesake). We had so many great times together, but what I miss the most is playing hide and seek together, so of course we would love to jump out of closets run down the hall and break something to scare our unsuspecting victims! Ready or not, here we come!! 🐶👩🏻‍🦰👻

Dawn Hessler

2020-03-17 17:25:49 +0000 UTC

It’s been 8 years (will be 8 in August) since I lost my dog Beanie (I nicknamed her Lipsy Lou- she was ran over by a snowmobile as a pup, but survived with a split lip so we called her “lips” since). She was my vest friend since I was a tot and she lived to be 19 years old. She was everything to me. She had the most genteel soul in this world and was the only thing I could tell my secrets to. I miss her so dearly each and every day. I never wanted to make a choice to let her go, but she had a tumor on her lung. It was easily the worst day of my life and I cried over her more than when my dad passed away. Beanie helped me through that too. It’s a once in a lifetime chance to find a special friend in a pet. A pet so loyal and loving and your secret keeper.

Josie Kurkowski

2020-03-17 17:25:24 +0000 UTC

A little while after my precious Jellybean passed, I was dragged to the local rescue shelter by my friend Alex who recognised there was a gaping wound in my life that needed a furry friend to fill. And there I found Dudley - a true gentleman of a kitty, like Don Ameche in feline form. He was an elderly kitteh and was being overlooked in favour of all the cutie kittens, and he had few teeth and needed daily medication. So he became my boon companion. He saw me through depression as no matter how bad it got, I needed to give him his medication and sing him the Dudley-Moo song: it's time for your tablets Dudley Moo / it's just what we have to do/ to stop you being sick / you need to eat your licky-lix / it's time for your tablets Duddy-Moo! And he eventually lost all his remaining teefs, and had to gum the mice he caught, until at the ripe old age of 22 I lost him suddenly to a massive stroke. I was told he was an elderly gent when I adopted him, and that it might be a short relationship, but he gave me over ten years of love and head boops. He was the most laid back of beasts, never once scratched or bit, but loved to lie in the sun, patrol the garden and have deep chats about the nature of the universe with me. My dearest friend...

Sue Bamford

2020-03-17 17:21:11 +0000 UTC

My dog, Daisy Mae Louise Stuart, died a couple years ago. And that dog liked some Gross stuff. Her favorite though was finding the greenest, nastiest pond when we would go out on hikes. She not only liked to sit in it, but would try to drink it, then later throw it all back up. It was a JOY! Then she'd get wiped down so I could put her back in the truck. Freaking dog :'D So, while she was up to her shenanigans, I just stood there like a stump and drank coffee. So, to answer your question, if we were ghosts together, where would we haunt? Well, that's easy - A coffee shop with a moldy disgusting pond out back. That also had a stack of towels off to the side.

cassandra staples

2020-03-17 17:20:56 +0000 UTC

In 1998 a baby monster full of teeth and attitude literally flew his way into my life unexpectedly after being rescued from an awful facility in Texas. His name was Cody. Cody was a coatimundi. He was urgently sent to our facility (I once lived and worked with exotic animals) in such a haste to get treatment that he'd been tossed into a crate that the rescuers duct-taped together and tossed on plane from Texas to California. When he arrived at our facility he'd chewed off the tip off his tail and paced his crate so much during his trip that he'd worn through his little footpads and left bloody footprints everywhere. The moment we opened that crate and that little monster hesitantly stuck his head out, his personality struck everyone in the room. He was absolutely adorable to everyone who saw him... But that cuteness also hid an arsenal of 40 razor-sharp teeth (they have no molars and their canines self-sharpen to the point of being almost transparent at the sharpest point like a razorblade....I'll send you a photo to truly understand how menacing that is) and he was fully-clawed. After Cody put stitches in several trainers, I was allowed to have a crack at him. People, myself included, were astonished at the relationship I developed with him. For the next 17 years he became my everything. I didn't take vacations for more than 2 or 3 days at a time....no one wanted to handle him ( a few tried and failed pretty miserably leading to doctor visits). Coatimundi are social animals. When we decided to move to Florida, we couldn't make the move unless he went with us. After the boss agreed with our request knowing Cody would be sitting alone in a cage with very little interaction for the rest of his days and, after the proper paperwork was filed, he came with us to the Sunshine State. We bought our first home here. It was a fixer-upper that we sank almost $25,000 into to get into shape. That home meant a lot to me because of the love we put into it but mostly because of all the times with Cody... From sleeping on the couch together, to cuddling in bed, to chasing him around the house for stealing food from the pantry to wrestling all over to sitting outside on our swing on a warm afternoon with him napping in my lap.... He's been the absolute most important thing that ever happened and the one little being who I've loved and cherished more than anything or anyone else in this world. Cody passed in 2015 at the age of 17. I've cried several times writing this already and had to stop once when it kinda overtook me. We can't even reminisce or look at photos about him without falling apart five years after his passing. I would give ANYTHING to be with him for an eternity in the house i loved so much. There would be absolutely NO END to the ghostly shenanigans we'd pull on those that moved into our home time after time.... The living would wonder why their lower kitchen cabinets were always opening, why there were weird little wet footprints were all over the floor and counters and why all their childproof vitamin containers were opened and had a wet substance on the lid (Cody learned how to open them with his nose)... They'd wonder why they heard strange little ghostly squeaks from inside their closets (where he used to sleep), why all of the clothes in their closets had been tossed on the floor hangers and all (male coatimundi are nest builders and he nested...in our closet) or why something was dragging random items into their bed..like curling irons or shoes or the lamps from their nightstands (like when birds build nests with shiny things they find)... They'd wonder why their bread was missing and crumbs lay everywhere (he would often raid the pantry when no one was looking and steal bread) or why their eggs were always missing (coatimundi LOVE eggs and will doing anything to get them...Cody was no exception)... They'd wonder they would hear the patter of little feet like a dog followed by heavier footsteps all over the house (we had wood floors and Cody loved being chased by me and I would slide all over in my socks trying to catch him)... They'd wonder why there was what would look like nose-prints smudged on the bathroom mirrors, why there was always whiffs of cologne (coatimundi rub scents on their tails and I'd often give Cody perfume samples...people would even mail us little envelopes of perfume samples for him to have) from time to time... They'd wonder what had bitten their exposed toes... They'd wonder what was pulled their arms (Cody would often pull my arm when he wanted me to come somewhere ESPECIALLY to bed so he could cuddle)... But I think the inhabitants of that home wouldn't mind any of it... Because I think they'd also wonder... Why they felt a warmth... A warmth that felt like unquestionable love... Every single time something happened.

Tony Ley

2020-03-17 17:20:32 +0000 UTC

I lost my very best friend and soul mate Gizmo (in my avatar photo). Gizmo was rescued from my ex boss who gave him to me claiming he got to big to carry around in her purse. Gizmo saved me more then I saved him. He taught me how to give and receive unconditional love. When I pass and see him frolicking over the rainbow bridge to greet me, I know we will enjoy haunting my ex boss who gave him away and purchased him as merely an accessory to her wardrobe. Perhaps he will leave ghost poops in her shoes and bags. Ghost pee on her floor that she can only smell but not see. Barks at night that will keep her awake. Her family will think she went insane, she will start to believe that she is insane. Her destiny will lead her to the insane asylum, at which point we will stop haunting her. She will spend the remainder of her days wondering if she is crazy or not.

Renee Harper

2020-03-17 17:19:41 +0000 UTC

My dog Owen was born on the day my grandfather died, so I like to think that he was a gift from grandpa to me- the exact gift I needed to cope with such a great loss. After 14+ years I lost him to cancer last summer, and his little brother Roscoe is still missing him just as much as I am. We started fostering cats and kittens for our local humane society as a way to honor Owen's memory and to keep Roscoe from getting too lonely. We've had 13 fosters and ALL have been adopted so far(!!!), and we're eager to get our next one. I've always loved animals and Roscoe loves to play, so we would totally haunt our humane society- hopefully with Owen, too. Roscoe loves playing with cat toys and is the best kitten cuddler- for such a rambunctious dog he's so gentle and patient with his foster babies, and he's so calm and respectful of any older cats we're lucky to foster so that they aren't scared of him on top of so many big, scary changes in their lives. We would get to play with animals all day, join them on their walks outside, and cuddle with the most vulnerable pups at night in their kennels, which can be loud and scary to the sweet souls that don't yet understand that they're safe and their forever people are on their way! I like to think we'll leave the humans alone, though- they already have to clean hundreds of litter boxes and kennels a day, that's scary enough- buuuuuut maybe we'll open a kennel/cage once in a while just to keep it interesting and knock over the treats and catnip for our furry friends!

Amanda Kenworthy

2020-03-17 17:13:42 +0000 UTC

My beloved cat Whisky passed away last year after somehow managing to mysteriously out-live all of our other, healthier cats. Whisky was obese, there's no kinder way to say it, and it's a miracle that she lived so long. Never has there been a fatter or lazier cat, or a more beloved one. If she and I were to pick a place to be ghost-buddies together, I would choose the Haunted Mansion ride at Disney. It's my favorite place in the world, and I would so love to explore those sets as a ghost! Plus, since she was so incredibly lazy, I imagine she would have great fun lounging in a doom-buggy next to unsuspecting riders, hoping for a belly-rub.

Effy

2020-03-17 17:11:50 +0000 UTC

I‘m a bunny mum for more than 15 years now and I have lost already eight of my fluffy children: Nina, Billy, Daisy, Wilma, Dandelion, Roger, Stupsi and Doli. I still love them with all of my heart and talk to them - as I do with my other 8 living fluffy children. Once I die I will search for our personal „watership down“ - some green hills with a tree on the top. My rabbit clan and me will live there and create a rabbit cave for us and all living rabbits around. We will steal vegetables from the near farms and gardens to feed our living friends. And no human will do any harm to them as we will scare the hell out of any elil (enemy) who will come near our home. To spend our freetime we will lie in the sun and play bobstones. Thinking of this, I‘m almost looking forward to being a ghost. 😅

Nathalie Riegler

2020-03-17 17:10:34 +0000 UTC

My chocolate Labrador is named Yogi (after Yogi Bear), so it's only fitting that the 2 of us would haunt pic-in-ic areas! As he is a chocolate lab, Yogi is constantly ready for more food, so our haunts would have to involve ghastly food thievery. I would provide ghoulish family distractions such as hair pulling, tickles, pulling the blanket out from under the unsuspecting picnic goers, whilst Yogi - in all his spookful dopeyness - would bound in, ears a-flapping, knocking over and stepping on everything, to steal as many choice morsels as possible before scampering off to me with his winnings.

Kegeten

2020-03-17 17:10:03 +0000 UTC

My best friend lost her little kitten Iris due to FIP a few years ago — it’s a rare disease that mostly affects kittens, causing them to go into seizures and eventually pass. She was such a sweet little girl. She was loving and playful and had a bad eye, but that didn’t stop her from living her best life when she could. My best friend really loved her and even got a tattoo of her after she passed to memorialize her. I would love to give this to my friend as a present because I know how much little Iris meant to her. If my friend and Iris were to haunt some place, I think it would be her favorite store — Home Depot (she loves home improvement and is constantly DIY fixing things). She and Iris would play with dogs (they’re allowed at Home Depot), knock down helpful tools from the shelf for people looking down the wrong aisle, and spend every Christmas together under the plethora of Christmas trees they sell at the end of each year 🐶🔨🔩🎄🎄🎄

Nicole Diaz

2020-03-17 17:07:16 +0000 UTC

I truly miss my beloved Jameson. We parted ways a few years ago after his brave fight with osteosarcoma. We chose to amputate one of his front legs and he recovered very well with me by his side but after sometime it spread and we had to say goodbye. He was my hero, my best friend and soulmate. We would do everything together for 10 years. He was big and brown and looked like Marmaduke! He loved everybody but one of his favorite things was when we would go hiking and there would be a swimming area around he would love to jump in and save sticks. One we went to a lake where there were firefighters doing water rescue drills and he ran in the water with them and tried rescuing a life preserver lol! Anyways JameO and I would probably haunt swimming areas and rescue people and sticks in need! And of course swim around and play with water toys and floats that mysteriously bounce around in and out of the water on their own! ;)

Carnation

2020-03-17 17:00:19 +0000 UTC

If we were ghosts together we would haunt the KitKat Club here in Berlin, sitting on the cushions by the pool. When a living person sat down on the cushion we were on, I would whisper, "You are the sexiest person here" and Sevvie would lick their hand with her raspy tongue.

Suzanne Forbes

2020-03-17 16:55:15 +0000 UTC

My kitty Seven saw me through a terrible divorce, the shutdown of my art business, the forced sale of my house, and homelessness. She was a cylindrical dilute tortie with rubbery black lips and doll-like flat black eyes, like a shark. I called her the "Land Manatee". When I met my new husband, he and she fell in love, and they were together constantly until we lost her to cancer.

Suzanne Forbes

2020-03-17 16:53:36 +0000 UTC

I lost my favourite puppy Jack my Bernese Mountain Dog 5 years ago. It was a tough time as we were away on a trip and the day we were coming home was when we got a call from the kennel that he had passed. That next month we found out my Mum had cancer and I truly believe he knew before he passed. My Mum passed this last July and I know they're now together. So we would definitely need to set up shop all 3 of us together. We would probably set up shop in a Big Old House with a large property. That way he could bound through and we could walk together following along him. Preferably there would be some cows as well on the property that he could play with. He loved my two miniature bulls Troy and Abed and would always run around with them and play bow. There would also need to be a big enough bed that we could all cuddle in together. Although he was large he believed he was a lap dog and would always be on mine or my Mums lap. He didn't give kisses but would do little nose boobs that I always counted as kisses. There would also be a large ballroom that we could dance in as he would jump up and put his paws around your waist to give you a hug or dance with me. We'd need a big room as well to groom his forever shedding fur. He has been my favourite goofball since he was born and I miss him terribly everyday. I still get to have fun with him and my mum in my dreams but I would love to haunt a big ole house with him and my mother where we can happily live together :)

Mykala Constantinescu

2020-03-17 16:53:34 +0000 UTC

I lost Scatman to kidney failure during my first work experience in college. He was 19 so he did well but was, and still am, devastated at the loss of my fluffy ginger baby. If I were to choose anywhere to haunt with him, I would have to choose either under our dining room table or on my bed because those were his two favourite spots: one for napping and one for stealing any morsel people happen to drop. We would spend our time cuddling, watching movies and eating because what better joy is there than cuddling with your fur baby?

Lauren Downard

2020-03-17 16:53:30 +0000 UTC

I have only had two pets in my life as an adult as my parents would never allow me to have any growing up. Whistles my king Charles Spaniel. and Bacon my Guinnea pig . Both were my best friends and traveled with me to antique shows I was in and shops all over the states. In the afterlife we would hunt treasures together , sit and enjoy meals together at our wonderfully decorated food tables and would make them the most beautifully made pet homes as per their designs as they each had great tastes from all the years we spent shopping together.!

Linda Pastorino

2020-03-17 16:52:37 +0000 UTC

My tuxedo rescue kitty left this world about 3 years ago. If Axl and I were to haunt a place, it would be a NYC Bodega. “ Bodega Cats “are a thing in NYC. Bodegas are small family owned grocery local stores and having a bodega cat is a NYC thing. Not too long ago, “gentrifiers” started to complain to the Dept. of Health about the cats and tried to get the city to ban them. Well, NYC natives were not having that! They fought tooth and nail to keep the Bodega Cat culture in NYC and won! https://www.grubstreet.com/2016/10/nyc-petition-to-legalize-bodega-cats.html Axl and I would haunt a Bodega. Any bodega cat hater would hear a hiss and if they dared complain about the living bodega cat in the store, we’d drop a pack of paper towels on their head. We’d save scratching to handle extreme complainers.

Nelia Torres

2020-03-17 16:50:42 +0000 UTC

I lost 2 kitties within one year :( I had my cat Mr. Kitty since I was 17. He had a slew of health problems at the end so we would probably haunt the vet's office, it was not his favorite but he would also be comforting to the other pets and groom their heads. After he passed, we moved 1000 miles from home with Mr. Kitty's BFF, Zao and his last year was best year of his life. (He even started to like me even though I had to give him insulin shots!) He would probably haunt my dog but we both liked to spoon with my husband so that's where you'd find us! (There is also a guy in Washington state who makes memorial jewelry by adding cremains to dichroic glass. I have them in a necklace that I wear everyday close to my heart. He is on etsy and/or check out his website is CrisantiGlass.com)

Val Van Alstyne

2020-03-17 16:49:49 +0000 UTC

Lost my beloved Gordo 1/3/19, without warning, the week before he was fine, then he was not himself, took him to the vet and she said all test came back normal, came back home and on 1/3/19 had to go back to make the hardest decision ever, but he was in pain and I couldn't let him suffer. I had him for 14 years and he left his sister Flaca behind. Losing Gordo, marked what was without a doubt the hardest year of my entire life. He passed in January, in March my dad got sick and had to have back surgery, he's doing fine now, in June, my mother complained of back pain that would go away, we drove her to the hospital and it turned out that she was having a heart attack, they did a stent procedure but all her arteries were too blocked and they needed to do open heart surgery. I really thought I was going to lose my mother, I was a zombie, I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't stop crying, it was a long surgery but she made it and she's doing ok, taking it easy and enjoying her garden. In October 2019, my mom's beloved cat Lulu, starting getting sick, her time was coming but my fear was how my mom, in her delicate state was going to process if Lulu passed. Lulu passed on 11/15 at the age of 21 surrounded by all of us, warm in her bed. In December of 2019 my job of 6 years file for bankruptcy and closed its doors, to easy the financial burden, I had to rent out my home (my fortress) to move to a smaller place which I am sharing with my 70 lb foster dog Bob, and just recently got a new job and found you Christine. Watching you makes me forget all my problems, even if just for a little while.

Sandra

2020-03-17 16:43:11 +0000 UTC

In high school I had a little Yorkshire terrier named Baby. He belonged to an elderly man who was going into hospice care and he couldn't take care of the little guy any longer. Well, Baby turned out to have a bit of a foot fetish and would always bite your toes playfully (the elderly gentleman couldn't down to play with him so he just played with him with his feet). When we were away this small little pup would sneak into the laundry room and knock over the hamper EVERY DAY and carefully sort through the laundry and pull out each of the socks, take them to my bed and make himself a little nest to sleep in while he waited for me to come back home from work. When he turned 16 (a very respectable age for a puppy like himself) he developed seizures. I took him to the vet and they gave him different medications to try. It was Christmas and I sat down with my parents to discuss what to do. Baby took it into his own hands and made the decision for me the next day, climbing into my arms, kissing my face once more and then passing away. When i finally die, I hope we meet up again somehow. We would steal the socks of whoever is living in our house and i would build him a little nest to sleep in so he will always be warm and comfortable.

Nicholas Frig

2020-03-17 16:42:09 +0000 UTC

My husband, myself and our late Himalayan cat Maximilian have always been political. He would stay close when we would be passionately debating about the latest political stories. When my husband and I pass on we plan on meeting up with Max to haunt the White House. Creeping and floating about every nook and cranny and at exactly midnight Max would caterwaul, which would echo down every hall and office. Any politician who would angst Max would find a nice cat box present left on their senate seat. We float around and gather gavels, papers, microphones, cell phones and orange toupees.

Theresa M Truesdell

2020-03-17 16:41:31 +0000 UTC

My parents lost their cat Stanley to cancer last month. He was a seventeen-year-old, very vocal, pale peach tabby. In his prime, he loved to go outside on his harness, munch on the grass, roll around in the sun, and watch the birds at the feeder. He was my Dad’s little pale shadow, and helped him do all his projects around the house. His favorite toy was a a homemade plumb bob my Dad used in one such project; he’d fly all around the living room chasing his “bug” (as we called it). Our little Staneroo, Sir Stanifur, Stan is buried on my parents’ property with his favorite blanket and a catnip toy that was his more recent preference. He is dearly missed every day. My Dad is battling stage IV pancreatic cancer, so thinking of him ghosting around with Stanley is both heartbreaking and oddly comforting. I know that they would continue to do their DIY projects, inspect the trees in the yard, and enjoy the new deck my Dad is building to replace the rickety old one on which Stanley used to roll around in the sun. We love Stanley so much, and I know he won’t mind waiting what will hopefully be quite a while for my Dad to join him on his haunts. ❤️

Heather Morrison

2020-03-17 16:39:32 +0000 UTC

In 2008, my dad lost his job and my family and I had to move many times. Most were across the country, all stuffed in a hot car with music jamming. 8 days and 8 nights, multiple hotel rooms with very little space. Those years were the most confusing and hard because I was only 8 at the time but one job was to take care of the animals. Every morning, we would leave the hotel room at the break of dawn and I would carry both of our cats arm and arm and coax them into the cars. One of them, lisa would always meow and run around the car making every plug their ears. While my other cat, riley would hug the ground and close her eyes and wait for it to be over. I remember Lisa finding some type of peace in Riley's, and would always calm down when she got close to her. That was over 10 years ago and my dad has happily found a stable job. I am now in college, but last fall we lost our Riley to tongue cancer at age 14. She has always had damaged vocal chords and was never able to voice her pain, so for a fully year it grew and neither of my parents knew while i was at college. I am so happy my fluffy white furrball is out of pains way now, but wow I sure do miss her. If I were to hold up camp with her, I would choose cars of familys moving in such hectic times and let her peaceful spirit calm everyone down. I know for a fact, if her spirit was just to be next to an animal in panic, she could help. Thank you for allowing me to come to closure with this competition entry, i miss my sweet girl so much.

Alice M Harbeson

2020-03-17 16:36:14 +0000 UTC

I got my best friend for Christmas when I was 6 years old -- a white kitten with blue eyes and ears too big for her face. I called her Snowflake then but by the end of the 19 years we had together I mostly called her Miss Havisham due to her all white coloring and the fact that she grew into a mean old lady who loved me and no one else. She once even went as far as trying to pick a fight with the horse next door when she was in a bad mood (neither animal was hurt). Growing up, though, it felt like we were like a real life Calvin and Hobbes (but female and much more indoors-y). There was a sense of unconditional love between us that everyone who saw us together could feel. Losing her two years ago broke my heart. If we were ghosts together, I think we might haunt a book shop. Curling up together while I read was a beloved pastime for us both while she was alive. I would enjoy reading and rearranging the books and Miss Havisham would enjoy meowing at people loudly for no reason and knocking things over from high shelves.

Olivia

2020-03-17 16:34:40 +0000 UTC

The world has really turned to artists for relief during this time and I am thrilled we have you to turn to. This is the nicest thing to hear right now and I really appreciate your efforts and your thoughtfulness as well as your amazing art. Stay safe!

Nicholas Frig

2020-03-17 16:32:44 +0000 UTC

My boyfriend lost his border collie named Rose to cancer the day after returning to base. He hadn’t been home in two years and hadn’t seen his family that whole time. Rose was an old girl (14), and my boyfriend is an only child so she was his parents whole life while he was away. She’d been acting weird and could hardly get on the couch without help, the vet thought it was arthritis. The whole time my boyfriend was home Rose was a brand new dog, playing fetch and jumping all over him, never leaving his side and even sleeping in his bed with us. The day after he left for base she was rushed to the vet, come to find out she had cancer and shouldn’t have been able to do a lot of the stuff she had when my boyfriend was home. She passed away that night. We all think she was holding on for him, they were best friends for 14 years and she couldn’t go without seeing him one more time. Honestly I think Michael and Rose’s ghosts would be back on the farm they met on in Missouri and they’d be herding cows and playing frisbee forever.

Karysa HorrorHoneysKitchen

2020-03-17 16:31:42 +0000 UTC

Chibs, my flying squirrel, passed away last month at the age of 5. I'd raised him from a five-week-old strip of fur my dad discovered on the sidewalk after our city destroyed groves of trees where the flyers had been nesting for generations. He spent his first few months in a flour sack towel around my neck, eating his meals from an eye dropper, every four hours, around the clock. He was the softest, sweetest little friend. If we were both ghosts, we'd perch in the crowns of trees and swoop in on unexpected passersby. He'd lead, given his wealth of flying experience, and I'd follow, whooshing and whooping through the night air.

Miss Vincent

2020-03-17 16:30:52 +0000 UTC

I had to put my sweet Snuggles to sleep this past July. She reached the ripe old age of 21 and let me know she was ready to be released from her body. She and I met when I saw an ad on Craigslist for a cat who only had 24 hours to live. Her previous owner was elderly and ended up going into a nursing home so her kids dropped her at the shelter. This was before Austin Pets Alive was a thing in Austin, and the downtown shelter was still known as Town Lake Animal Shelter. It was also still very much a kill shelter but had wonderful volunteers who were doing everything they could to save as many animals as possible. I had been thinking of getting a 3rd cat but was hesitant because I wanted to be sure I could financially make that commitment. I ended up going to meet her, and very long story short, ended up bringing her home. She was 9 when I adopted her so I got to have many wonderful years with her. One of her favorite things to do was hunt crickets, and she was a beautiful hunter. She was a medium haired cat so her fur would just flow when she jumped (after the cricket jumped, she would jump after it, lol). Quite often in the mornings I would find pieces of crickets all over my apartment, or my bathtub (yuck LOL). She and I would probably haunt a pet store, specifically the aquarium/reptile section, where they keep all the crickets. We would randomly open the cricket container and let some of them out to roam the store so she could hunt them. And of course, the crickets would mysteriously find their way into customer bags :) Haha

Meredith Nuhn

2020-03-17 16:30:21 +0000 UTC

Love this portrait! ♥️😻 My rabbit, Pearl, got me through some hard times in my life and I miss her all the time. We would haunt a vegetable garden and chase people who go in it 🐰👻

Lauren M

2020-03-17 16:30:14 +0000 UTC

My cat Gizmo passed away two years ago, his anniversary is coming up on March 22. It was one of the biggest losses of my life because he was my best friend since I was a freshman in high school (granted I’m 26 now, 24 when he passed). Gizmo was the biggest cat you’d ever seen, he LOVED to eat, Cheez-Itz were his favorite. To honor his Gremlin heritage, especially eating after midnight and being a demon, we’d haunt a grocery store! We’d eat bread, desserts, get fat and sassy. To mess with the living we’d steal food out of their baskets, confuse them when they got to check out, re-shelve food to piss off workers and shoppers alike. It’s not the perfect life, but it’s a simple one, one he would’ve loved.

Samantha Price

2020-03-17 16:27:50 +0000 UTC

I was 6 years old when a stray kitten found herself on my porch in the rain, on my 6th birthday. I called her a gift from God (how can you say no to that as a parent?!) so she stayed. I named her Silver and she has been the best companion for me through these many years. We often refer to her as "the nurse" because she seems to know when someone in the family isn't feeling well. Knowing this, we would haunt the hospitals and she would lay on the stomachs of those not feeling well just like she did for me. I have never loved someone or something as much as I love Silver and the idea of a painting of her is magical.

Jessica

2020-03-17 16:27:01 +0000 UTC

My sweet kitty Tonton died last summer from cancer. My husband and I adopted her from a shelter in 2007, and they didn't know her exact birthday, but since she was a black cat, we made her birthday Halloween. One of her favorite things to do was to lay outside on the part of the roof that hung over our big front porch. So if we were ghosts together, Tonton and I would snuggle outside on the overhang every Halloween, and make lots of spooky noises to scare the trick-or-treaters that came to our house.

Sarah Wilson

2020-03-17 16:26:25 +0000 UTC

I lost my Benjamin Buttons this past February. If we were ghosts together, we would snitch the pizza crusts from their plates (he LOVED Domino's), and just hang and snuggle.

Tammy R Dowden

2020-03-17 16:25:04 +0000 UTC

I lost my best friend and furbaby on March 1, 2020. When I first got him as a puppy, I couldn't think of a great name for him for weeks. One day I was watching Labyrinth (1986) and a big, sweet, fury creature came on the screen, and I instantly knew that was it! Even though Ludo was a little tiny long haired dachshund, the name was just somehow perfect. We had 14 long years filled with love and companionship. He was diagnosed with prostrate cancer and he passed within days. It's only been 17 days, but I miss him so much. When we are ghosts together, he will want to just hang out with me and snuggle. He was the most happy with me. However, when he does want to have fun with the living, we will go outside and chase all the squirrels and cats he wants. ❤

Kailee

2020-03-17 16:19:01 +0000 UTC

My baby boy, who passed away about 10 years ago, was named Mustard. He was a big yellow tabby that was born right before my eyes. Mustard developed cancer in his lower jaw and not having money for expensive treatment, I had to put him down and I still cry thinking about it....ok, enough of that or I won't be able to see to write! - Mustard and I would haunt the vet's office and while he opened the cages every night, I'd type on the computer "all work and no play make Mustard a very unhappy kitty"....High fives and rolling on the floor would follow.

Sherrie Potgieter

2020-03-17 16:18:49 +0000 UTC

I lost my kitty Saffron a few years ago at christmas time and it was devastating. We loved to share a bowl of popcorn while I watched movies in bed, so I think we would definitely haunt a movie theater together! We would steal people's popcorn while they sat in the theater and maybe when the reach for popcorn they'd get a handful of cat hair instead... Also, Saffron loved to fetch plastic bottle caps. So people going to pee during the middle of the movie would see a ghost kitty running down the empty hall carrying a bottle cap in her mouth. It would freak out and confuse so many people.

Laura Springgay

2020-03-17 16:18:24 +0000 UTC

My cat Stella and I would take residence in Disneyland - probably in the attic of the Haunted Mansion or the abandoned Snow White cottage. She would jump on people's laps and purr in their ears while they are on their "doom buggy." I would probably haunt the restaurants, spilling forks and drinks and taunt people in a silly way so they have a good vacation story.

Summer Shelton

2020-03-17 16:17:28 +0000 UTC

My girl was euthanized in October of this past year. This was two weeks before my 50th birthday. She had three out of the four viruses we vaccinate our cats for and in the end, the leukaemia virus is what prevented her from fighting off the calci and herpes viruses. She was infected as a stray kitten when I found her sick with her sister at 10 weeks old. She lived to be nine years old . She spent most of her life sick with those viruses. She was a very shy timid cat that loved to hang out with my other kitties on the bed, or on my stomach. In all honesty, if we were ghosts together, we would hang out at home! It’s where she was happiest and she never had any interest of leaving the house for any reason. She was a house cat. Sorry I wish I could come up with something more interesting, but hanging out in front of the TV is what we would do as a group.

MichelleShari

2020-03-17 16:17:26 +0000 UTC

Miss Cassiopeia, better known as “Casserole” or “Cassie” was a beloved FAT tuxedo kitty. She was a little Holstein cow who waddled when she walked. She had a marvelous sense of humor. One time my friend was over and I thought it would be hilarious to squat down and break wind near her face. I know, despicable! Well, she squinted, put her ears back and made a face. Then promptly went over to my favorite shoes and pooped in one! My friend laughed hysterically but I knew that one was earned. Cassie was so independent. Feed me and I’m good. But in those last days before I had to have her put to sleep she just wanted to be held. Hardest thing I ever had to do. But I held her as they administered the injection and she looked into my eyes and relaxed. All pain gone. And I knew I’d done the right thing. So as ghosts, we will haunt the produce section of small grocery stores. I’ll put down the dreaded cucumber and she will leap three feet as if terrified. She would love to make people laugh… She was a very special cat!

Tim Metcalf

2020-03-17 16:14:37 +0000 UTC

I lost my sweet little cat, Fiber, the day before my BIRTHDAY two years ago. She just disappeared, I was devastated, and of course that day I had to go take my ID badge picture for my new job. Everyone I came into contact with that day who asked me how my day was going must have thought I was absolutely bonkers because I just burst into tears. When I explained why I was a crying mess they were all very sweet. My ID badge picture is.... comical, to say the least haha. Fiber was the sweetest cat I’ve ever known. She went through a rough time as a kitten- one day we came home to find her hind legs were completely paralyzed. She was laying there on the floor and had urinated on herself because she couldn’t move. 😢 We rushed her to the vet, where she stayed for some time on steroids, almost didn’t make it, but then recovered. She never fully regained her strength in her hind legs enough to jump on very high places or climb trees. She still tried to, and it was heartbreaking sometimes when she would try to jump on a chair and fall down 😣. But other times she would make it and we would all cheer and praise her. I always wondered if she was watching our other cat jumping up onto the roof and think “why can’t I do that?”. So, if we were both ghosts together, we would climb to the top of every tree and every roof, and the people inside the houses would wonder what all that noise is..

Arwen Steinacker

2020-03-17 16:12:13 +0000 UTC

I lost my cat who was everything to me. My little furry soulmate. His name was Thrall, and he was a pure white Persian kitty who was only 8 when he passed from FeLV and kidney issues. I have never gotten over the loss. I adopted him from the humane society when he was young, and he was so skittish at first. Within a month though, he was going everywhere with me. He was always at my side, and even knew how to understand emotions and help me with PTSD episodes I experience. I miss him every day, and having a portrait of him would be incredible, honestly. It would mean the world to me to have something of him to take with me even when moving. If we were both ghosts together, I think he and I would find a nice cottage somewhere to settle into, and if anyone lived in the cottage with us, we would be good ghosts by doing things that help like moving plants in and out of sunlight. We would also play pranks by knocking things over and moving furniture ever so slightly when no one's looking.

Lauren schechter

2020-03-17 16:09:12 +0000 UTC

I lost my cat Little Man aka 'Bill' four years ago, just a month after my mom died. It was like getting kicked while I was already down. I was 11 when Bill came to me. He was a stray outside the house and I was told not to feed the cat or he wouldn't leave. Sounded like a good way to get a cat to me! So he got food, and I got a cat that wouldn't leave. We invited him into the house because he was the sweetest cat ever! He was really smart and I taught him lots of tricks. If we were ghosts together, we'd probably set up in a park. Bill loved chasing people and dogs so that would be the perfect place to do so! One of my favorite memories was when my mom was outside gardening and Bill started chasing her with a mouse in his mouth. She didn't appreciate the gift, but I appreciated the laughs from watching it!

Christine Peterson

2020-03-17 16:08:25 +0000 UTC

I lost my sweet doggy sidekick Pogo last year, just a few days before her planned quinceanera. Pogo loved people, and we would take turns playing a game where we jumped out of unexpected places to startle one another, so if we were about to pal around again and haunt the living, I think we'd move into some kind of old castle or manor house that tourists frequent. We would find out what ghost stories they tell their guests, and then make sure and give them a good show when they came to visit.

Emily Sickenger

2020-03-17 16:07:28 +0000 UTC

My family just lost our beloved Sheltie, Porter a week ago due to sudden onset hemophilia. It was totally unexpected as he was only 6 and we are devastated. He was a pillar in our lives, he was there when we started our family and he was so amazing with our two girls. All of our memories of them growing up thus far have had Porter in them, and now we are having to go forward without him feels so raw and uncharted If Porter and I were ghosts together, we would open up a bakeshop offering human and furry companion treats decorated to the max and inspired by each holiday, but we would go full out for Halloween. He was always at my feet while I was baking, as I recently just started a creative cookie venture. He was my biggest fan, and I still miss him.

Chelsea Anderson

2020-03-17 16:07:23 +0000 UTC

He was more fearless and adventurous than any cat I have known, also super smart. He would always come running to the door to greet you and loved to play hide and seek. I would love to spend my afterlife with him seeking around and surprising my husband :)

Jennifer Lewis

2020-03-17 16:06:59 +0000 UTC

I lost my two girls, Abby and Ellen, within a year of each other. Abby was expected, as she was sick for a little bit, and I was with her when she passes. Ellen was very sudden and such a shock. If we were ghosts together, we would probably set up in a big, used book shop. Abby would just chill somewhere, not doing much. I would read over people’s shoulders, making them feel like they were being watched, perhaps moving things here and there. And Ellen would absolutely appear randomly, ask people for pets, then disappear. When they would ask about the beautiful fluffy cat, the owner would go, we don’t have one...

Naerwen

2020-03-17 16:06:48 +0000 UTC

My beloved soulmate Walnut, a handsome brindle Boston terrier mix, passed last July. He and I would haunt a yoga studio. Whenever my sister and I would do yoga in my living room, Walnut would think it was just for him. He would curl up in our laps during half-lotus, play bow when we went into downward dog, and take turns trying to give us hugs during corpse pose. I would have such fun watching him confuse people with his ghostly antics, like trying to kiss people when they do cat-cow! I might even join on the pranks myself. Although I miss my boy dearly and still hope he may come back to me some day in some form, I am so grateful to have known such a sweet, mischievous, loving soul.

Megan Becwar

2020-03-17 16:06:10 +0000 UTC

We lost our lovely doofy wolfdog Kiba last November <3 he was in a wheelchair for the last year of his life but it never slowed him down! He managed to spread awareness of his condition to lots of people on his daily walks, as everyone wanted to come and see the handsome white wolf on wheels and Kiba could never have enough attention or fuss. We loved taking him to the beach to eat icecream and fish and chips - and even when his wheels didnt manage so well on the sand, he always had a smile on his face. That's where we would haunt, i'd be surprised if Kiba isn't there already, ghost stealing people's food! Xx

Rose Lavery

2020-03-17 16:02:51 +0000 UTC

Holy crap! I can't bring myself to watch that documentary, but wow. Glad you all are safe and love to TimBit, your protector.

Racheal Jones

2020-03-17 16:00:45 +0000 UTC

We lost our cat, Snacks a few weeks ago to kidney failure. He was really my husbands cat, but he loved me as well.

Jennifer Lewis

2020-03-17 15:59:47 +0000 UTC

Princess and I would set up shop at the happiest place on earth! I guess we wouldn’t really scare them, we would confuse the people. Princess will eat their snacks when they aren’t looking and also harass the evil ducks that live in the pond. (Her arch nemisis was my pet chicken. They would fight and my chicken would have her fur in her beak. Princess would have feathers in her mouth. So she would love to challenge the Disney ducks). And she would also have fun chasing the Disney cats around. I will have fun by being at Disney for free and looking at all of the cool new trends! I also will pop balloons, steal churros, and touch peoples hands in dark rides (lol sounds weird). When the crowds are gone, we will sleep inside the pirates of the Caribbean ride. I lost my doggie, princess in June last year. Her little heart was too weak to live on and I had to make the tough decision to let her go in peace. There isn’t a moment where I don’t think about her fiery attitude. She was one in a million. People say time heals, but I say healing has no timeframe! I can’t wait for the day I see her again. Writing this is making me cry like a baby!!! I miss you mammy 🦊🌹xoxo, mom.

Abbey Casian

2020-03-17 15:57:49 +0000 UTC

I lost my beloved Flower (a beagle/fox terrier mix) after 17 years together. She was absolute sweetness personified, but with a little spunk--must have been the beagle in her. I am an only child, so she had been my constant companion since I was 5 years old. I love her very, very much and she is always in my heart. If we were ghosts together we would definitely haunt the local garden center! Flower and I both loved to play outside together, so I bet we would get up to all kinds of mischief (moving the plants around, leaving mysterious but romantic bouquets for the employees, scaring shoppers by making the wind chimes and garden flags spookily dance around when there is no wind!) We would have a lot of fun frolicking around. I hope that's what she's doing now, wherever she is! Also, thank you for everything you do with this platform--I always look forward to your episodes and they bring me a lot of joy! Love, Emily. <3

SMUTLVR69420

2020-03-17 15:53:57 +0000 UTC

I lost Kitten my beloved tabby cat just this February. She loved being in the highest spot she could find, like her beloved cat tree, top of the fridge, and other mysterious places where I couldn't find her but could hear a thump when she jumped down after her naps. So we would haunt from up high taking cat naps together. She would love it! We would just hang out in the corner of people's ceilings taking cat naps. We would be the reason everyone's pets stare up into the corners of ceilings and make every pet owner in the area ask their pets "Whatcha lookin' at?" as their pet stares up into the corner of nothing seeing our ghosts cat napping on high.

Katherine Young

2020-03-17 15:51:39 +0000 UTC

My rescue Nox & I enjoyed watching TV together (he enjoyed the paranormal series & his favorite film was Twister). So we'd probably haunt the local indie movie house! It would be fun to reach a paw into their popcorn bucket, or casually brush past them in the aisle. I'd shout out classic movie lines and sing along to the good songs. We'd also help keep the theater in business by posing for the occasional photo.

Stormy

2020-03-17 15:48:07 +0000 UTC

We lost our black cat, Max, several years ago to age and kidney failure. He was a looong, slinky black cat with green eyes and a "stranger danger" attitude. Looked like a little panther and had a knot at the end of his tail. We got him as a 4-month old from a no-kill shelter and had him through about age 12. I don't want to enter in the contest because although his loss was hard and we cried and didn't get another cat for 10 months, we have grieved and been able to move on with Minion, a fluffy, yellow, male, tabby who's a cuddle baby. However, I would like to remember Max here and play the game. I remember it took years for him to sit in my lap and then, only with a big couch cushion on it, so we could haunt a furniture store. For the first few weeks we had him, he hid, and the only reason we knew we had a cat was because we could hear little feet plinking on the piano at night, so we could haunt a piano store. He would always lay on the books I was reading in bed (pre-Kindle) and bop his head against mine, so we could haunt a bookstore. Once he got a helium balloon caught around him and ran back and forth across the living room like the Cat Devil was chasing him. He escaped it. Therefore, we will NEVER haunt a circus. Too many balloons. :)

Racheal Jones

2020-03-17 15:45:26 +0000 UTC

Actual contest entry: My Scaredy baby was a shoulder cat so as ghosts we could go everywhere together. I wouldn't want to mess with the living too much but if anyone was doing something to hurt someone else I'd want to pop out and scare the bejeesus out of them. Backstory on my cat: This one is really sad so if you're sensitive please don't read the rest. When I was 9 I came home from school and my mom told me that she put my beloved Halloween cat ( a tortie named Scaredy) down for no reason. I had rescued her and bottle-fed her and she was my baby. I have never fully recovered from that trauma even though I am now 34. I think about her every day and I take extra special care of my current cat (Kitten, 20 years old!!!) and volunteer at a rescue to honor her memory. Sorry for the absolute bummer story but she was the love of my life.

Ghoultiful Hag

2020-03-17 15:42:46 +0000 UTC

I lost my beloved cat Gizmo last year. He had lymphoma. He was diagnosed with it December 1 and two days after Christmas he was gone. He was everything to me. He was always there for me no matter what, even in his last moments all he wanted was to comfort me. I was crying and he placed his tired, weary head on my shoulder. I'm crying as I write this. He was always my protector and he was always so wise, so brave. I feel his spirit with me all the time but I miss him so much my heart aches. If Gizmo and I were spirits together, we would set up shop in New Orleans. What better place to have fun for some ghosts? We would probably hang out at a library a lot, see some local live shows, and try to eat beignets as much as possible. Gizmo would have fun knocking things over to freak out the living, which would often be followed by my ghostly laughter. People would feel that we were kind ghosts with a sense of humor.

Lauren

2020-03-17 15:39:53 +0000 UTC

I lost my childhood cat and dog within 2 weeks of each other - they were best friends and kitty died of stress related symptoms after his friend passed. They were super playful and constantly causing mischief (when they weren't napping together). So I think an escape room company would be perfect. Any opportunity to pounce and play when people are intently focussed would be a DREAM for them. I would know because my feet and papers were constant victims of that exact torment. ❤

Mariah Westhoff

2020-03-17 15:38:06 +0000 UTC

Wow!

Aunt Debbie Halloween

2020-03-17 15:37:43 +0000 UTC

My husband and I lost our cat Buzz and couple of years ago. We estimate he was 10 years old when he died and died very suddenly from cancer. He used to wait for us to walk in the door then literally would jump into our arms, even when we were holding things and couldn’t catch him. He would love to hide behind things then jump out and playfully bite your ankles. (He would especially love to do this to the dogs) I think if we were ghosts together he would want us to hide behind things and jump out to scare people, definitely in a city park where there would be a ton of people/dogs to scare.

Jessica Allen

2020-03-17 15:37:32 +0000 UTC

We lost our rescued pot-bellied pig, Cookie, a year ago this month.A fraternity at UT Austin bought her as a gag, starved her and kept her locked in a closet. When Summer break came, no one wanted to take responsibility for her when school was out, so they decided to kill her. One of the young men panicked and told his mother who stepped in and paid a few hundred dollars to the fraternity in order to save the little pig. She reached out to the farm sanctuary where I volunteer and asked for help, as she couldn't keep a little pig in downtown Austin! We jumped at the chance to bring her home, and she was just the most remarkable creature. After she healed physically and emotionally, her light could not be dimmed. She was a wildflower and a delight who simply loved the world and loved her life, and she was one of the great loves of our lives. She died at only three years old, as a result of the neglect she'd had as a baby, but her spirit which was the essence of pure joy, still inspires us. If Cookie and I were ghosts together we would haunt my husband who was devastated by her loss and still hasn't recovered. We would haunt him with a million kisses, by leaving flowers in the wake of his footsteps, and Cookie would haunt him by leaving muddy noseprints all over the baseboards (which we called 'pigfacing') because it drove him crazy when Cookie was alive, but I know he'd love to see her pigfacing the walls again.

Erin DeWitt

2020-03-17 15:36:51 +0000 UTC

TimBit the English Bulldog helped save my life (not a dramatic rescue from a fire or the river), but when I found myself raising two daughters single parent style in the big City, I needed a friend and protector. Enter the Bulldog. It wasn’t until this past month (almost 10 years later), that I realized just how much he really did protect us three. We returned home from camping one weekend, and on the front patio of our ground level unit, surrounded by hedges, someone had left a gruesome present. I won’t go into detail here however basically a real life diorama of “it’s better to have a bird in hand, (or displayed on the patio furniture)then 3 in the bush.” We were sure it wasn’t a prank. It was just too “dark”. It’s the only way I can describe it. A couple of weeks ago I was watching a Netflix doc (Booooo Netflix show axing committee) called Don’t F with Cats, and a photo of LM, the serial killer, on his balcony filled my screen. It was our apartment building in 2010. The same year we moved in and TimBit joined our little family. To this Day I know that Dog, laying in the front window (on the AC vent lol) saved our lives. If we were to spook around in the afterlife, we would open a soft serve ice cream 🍦 truck and drive it around the neighbourhood at night with a creepy little song associated with “treat trucks”. He loved a vanilla baby cone, and could gobble it down in one bite. We would also avoid plastic bags and yoga balls. He was afraid of them 😂. Loved everyone’s sharing! Stay healthy 💖

Sarah Mac

2020-03-17 15:35:25 +0000 UTC

My doggy Soulmate, lost 5 years ago in April, Boomer and I would set up to haunt a cookie shop. He was a bi-eyed gentle giant of a pitbull who had an obsessive love for peanut butter cookies. I’m more of the practical joker type, he was more the let me love you type. I’d get to pull little jokes and he’d be able to clean up cookie crumbs and give ghost pibble kisses to everyone.

Knotty Goblin

2020-03-17 15:35:18 +0000 UTC

My best friend lost her cat and her mother in the last year. And knowing them both, they would totally haunt a library and just shove books they don't like off the shelf to scare people!

Kim Laplante

2020-03-17 15:35:10 +0000 UTC

My ex (who is a dear friend of mine) lost his cat (who he had for 16 years) last month and he is devastated. Even though she lived a full life he feels if he acted sooner on her illness she’d still be alive. I feel horrible that I didn’t stop by to give my last goodbyes and would love to win this for him as a token of my deepest condolences. I have my own furry companion, a dog named Harlow. She is an absolute diva and I’m just the person who gives her food and water and pays rent for her apartment. I would personally love to haunt a winery (especially one with a good Rose or Sangiovese) but I’d have to get Harlow’s final say. She might allow this as long as there’s an open field for her to run around and chase squirrels (or cats. . . She loves to chase cats.) In fact, she’d be thrilled at the idea of being invisible since that would give her an advantage. She hates when those pesky squirrels and cats quickly get up trees and thwart her attempts to catch them. The winery must also have a soft, cozy blanket for her to lounge one after a long day (or hour in her case) or chasing small animals. So, as long as the winery meets her demands she will allow us to haunt this space.

Christina Desiere

2020-03-17 15:34:25 +0000 UTC

I have lost 3 furry babies throughout my life. I missed them so much. If we were ghosts we will haunt bad owners, bad humans that do not take care of their furry companions or who mistreat any furry baby/adult. Me an my pack would love to play with friends at shelters, trying to make them feel better, less lonely and also would visit animal hospitals to provide some comfort.

Nat Caleti

2020-03-17 15:32:31 +0000 UTC

He loved treats and being outside more than anything, so I think we would haunt an outdoor food festival or cookout spot, stealing food when people weren't looking, then take naps under the trees :)

Jenna

2020-03-17 15:32:27 +0000 UTC

I lost my sweet Percy at the end of February 2020 from lymphoma of the throat. He was my first cat and constant companion. He was sweet, easy-going, and comforted me through many difficult times. I swear his deep purr was anti-anxiety medicine. He was a big tabby boy, just like Mister Biggles!

Jenna

2020-03-17 15:29:37 +0000 UTC

We lost our horse Snowfire (Snowy) almost 5 years ago to cholic. We got him when he was 10 months old. Snowy had a wonderful personality, always very curious and causing mischeif. One thing he loved to do when we had family or friends over, was to push gently through the group and single one person out, trying to nudge them away with his nose, and then try to steal their beverage. As you can imagine, for friends and family not familiar with equine, this would be quite disturbing :) Based on this, in the afterlife i think we would haunt a fun old type speakeasy or saloon, and people would hear the clippity clop of horse hooves on hardwood floors, people standing alone or off to the side would get their beverages nudged out of their hands. Snowy would be glimpsed through the windows, which would be perfect since he was so white so he'd look very magical. Laughing would be heard from behind the bar, where i would be, trying to be a Ghost Host :)

Heather Caswell

2020-03-17 15:27:18 +0000 UTC

Last year my husband and I lost our beloved cat Gee. She passed away at the old age of 19. Gee was the matriarch of our house hold. (We can’t have children and our pets are our family.) She was small, grouchy, and seemed to be in perpetual state of annoyance with the younger family members. She was always a grumpy old lady even when she was young. When it came down to it though in her own way she was a caring, loving, and a wonderful cuddler. Every night she’d sleep between us and demand her nightly ear rubs. She was one tough kitty who didn't take her 9 lives for granted. My husband adopted her when she was 3. She was a small, had a cold/flu and had been up for adoption for quite awhile. He took her home and nursed her back to health. (My husband is high functioning aspbergers and he and Gee have/had a very strong bond that he will carry with him forever). She was a tough little cat, she even fought off and survived a hawk that had tried to fly off with her. Late in life she lost her vision (do to medical issues) but relearned life surprisenly fast. She really was a true inspiration to everyone <3. I have so many stories and fond memories I could share about her awesomeness, grumpiness and love. Ha! One recent memory: This one time after she lost her vision, was very old, and her hunting days were far behind her. A poor bird had flown into our window, Gee discovered it and immediately grabbed it. She thought she had caught it and was so proud of herself. She pranced around the porch, bird in mouth, head held high showing off her prize for all to see. She didn’t meow like most cats either. She creaked. She would make a creaky, raspy, MEH sound. Her nickname was creaky Gee ;). Anyways I’m rambling and god knows I could go on forever about how special she was to us. I think if Gee and I haunted anything together it would either be the woods next to our home, she would have her sight back and we’d watch the world go by, or we’d haunt a city park so we could sit up on high and cast judgmental looks upon people as they came and went.. and we’d say MEH ♥️.

Amy (Izzy) Star

2020-03-17 15:26:59 +0000 UTC

My dog Zero, yes he was named after the ghost dog from Nightmare Before Christmas, passed away unexpectedly a few years ago. I had even attempted CPR on him, which traumatized me for awhile. He came into my life after my mom passed away in a car accident when I was 11. Zero was the sweetest little goofball, but when he got a burst of energy he would run from one floor of the house to the next. He looked 100% identical to my grandpa's dog, Boo, who passed away when I was about 2yrs old. (We love ghost themed names for dogs in this house apparently.) If Zero & I were both ghosts we would both haunt a movie theater. He loved to snuggle up against the arm of the couch next to someone and watch movies or television. You better believe he knew what commercials had animals in them. To this day I still mute the TV during commercial breaks because of that goof. Zero would totally mess with people by stealing their food and probably trying to give everyone kisses. While I would terrorize people who are being obnoxious and loud. Ghost!me wouldn't be afraid of confrontation lol

Dom

2020-03-17 15:25:36 +0000 UTC

My mum lost both of her dogs two years ago within six months of each other. She keeps pictures around the house with locks of their hair but I can see it's still painful for her. One was a boarder collie called pebbles (she had spots on her nose) the other was a bearded collie called Bailey. We would totally haunt a farm. Both the dogs are collies and they loved running circles round us, I can just imagine a farmer coming out to find their sheep all moving perfectly into pens by themselves and half their corn crop gone (pebbles loved it and did this nibble with her front teeth we called her sweetcorn nibble, it was adorable). And the farmer would probably get an award for very well behaved sheep ;)

Kimberley Howes

2020-03-17 15:24:07 +0000 UTC

I lost my Aussie 2 1/2 years ago. She was almost 10. She was my first dog. We had lots of other dogs but they were always my kids dogs. She was mine. Her name was Zoey. For 8 years my husband lived in IN and I lived in VA because of his job. I would drive back and forth to see him, and Zoey was my companion. She was always with me. She loved to play. That was her job. She could calculate where a frisbee was going to drop better then any dog I ever saw! She also loved my grand babies. Especially one... Fiona. Fiona was fascinated by Zoey’s nub. She would stand in back of Zoey trying to catch her nub. Zoey was amazing with the grand babies. She loved them as much as they loved her. Fiona still talks about Zoey and how she misses her. Zoey loved the beach. When I die Zoey and my ashes will be scattered in the ocean. We will then take up haunting my family., and We will travel the world, its much easier to travel when your a ghost! We will go everywhere. But always be back in time to annoy family! We will be gone, but not forgotten!

Denise Pittas

2020-03-17 15:23:12 +0000 UTC

Since my cutest of cutie-pies in all cutie-pie town - Secret Agent Henry Biscuits, was essentially a puppy to loved to run and chase. We’d set up shop at our neighbors goat farm and he’d chase goats all day and play with them. They probably hate it but he loves it lol

Jacky Floyd

2020-03-17 15:21:55 +0000 UTC

My friend lost her two beloved dogs in a house fire two months ago nearly to the day. They were her coping mechanisms for an already strained life and I know she's suffering. She has mentioned commissioning their portraits and thought this would be such a neat gift for her if she were selected. If they were ghosts together, I know she has always wanted to travel to New Zealand to see the Shire as LOTR is her absolute favorite thing, so I assume she and her two loves would go there and watch LOTR and cuddle. One of their birthdays is coming up and she would probably bake them a doggie cake and have fun singing to them.

Emily De Rosa

2020-03-17 15:21:20 +0000 UTC

My childhood cat George passed away a few years ago. We would definitely haunt an old library with bay windows. His favorite thing was to lay on me while I read book after book as a teen. And we would nap together in the sunshine that came through the window onto my bed. I miss that sweet old fellow.

Renatta Bell

2020-03-17 15:21:17 +0000 UTC

My love Ace ran away when I was much younger, but we used to do everything together. When I see him again, it’d be the best to live in an old book shop that sells tea. That way we can read books together, we can sit in other peoples laps, steal sips of their tea, and then slowly tap their cup off the table.

mason linder

2020-03-17 15:19:42 +0000 UTC

My pal Roxie and I, we’d probably have our own version of the Mystery Machine called Nightmare Fare. Because of the current times, but also to relive that intensely spookiness of the old plague times, we’d both be wearing the Doctor’s mask of the 1700s with the beaks. To help people get excitement during the times of quarantine we’d offer fun haunted rides, maybe a few drinks for the ride: Diequeries, Bloody Mary’s, Old Fashioned, Gin and Tonics, Dark n Stormy.. And cause mayhem walking the streets of isolation together

Victoria

2020-03-17 15:18:56 +0000 UTC

We found my crazy Bella running down the street, bleeding. Her mannerisms and injuries made us think she might have been a bait dog for dogfights, but she was happy and beautiful and became ours. The suburban life didn't suit her, she always hopped our 5 ft wall and I'd chase her through the neighborhood yelling BELLA!!!! which always made me wish we had actually named her Stella. She never matured from her wild state, and even after 11 years this little pit bull still tried to rip my arm off when she saw any other animals on our walks. In those 11 years though, she was with my family through some of our hardest times. While on a walk my dad experienced a pain in his shoulder, and when he went to the doctor he discovered he needed a quadruple bypass. Somehow he hadn't had a heart attack yet, and we've always believed that walk saved his life. Even with her hyperactivity, walking Bella was a calming presence throughout my husband's battle with cancer. She helped give me the much needed mental breaks during the final weeks in the hospital. I already believe the two of them are haunting our local park, but I hope my ghost will join them so I can laugh at all the freaked out animals that are getting spooked by Bella the HyperGhost.

citizenlauren

2020-03-17 15:18:34 +0000 UTC

I lost my Joey a year ago, we found each other when I was 6 and he was only a couple weeks old. He was found on the railroad! I truly don’t have any memories before having him in my life. As an only child he was truly my best friend. He always knew when I was upset, was friendly with all of our other pets, including the hamster, who he let ride on his back! An extraordinary cat. One of my favorite memories was when I helped my mother clear the yard of sticks; I built a teepee for the squirrels, but Joey thought it was for him. He however, was much bigger than a squirrel. Him and the squirrels would chase each other around the teepee “fighting” over who it belonged to. One day I got home from school and Joey had maneuvered a hole in the back to stick his head into, with his giant orange body sticking out the back. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard. I’d love to relive that moment everyday and haunt a big forest with my best friend. Playing fun tricks on squirrels and building little huts for them. And just be lazy ghosts watching birds hop from branch to branch while laying in the sun spots.

Danielle Elizabeth

2020-03-17 15:13:10 +0000 UTC

This is so beautiful~~ Last year I lost my dearest, oldest friend and childhood dog who'd accompanied me through life for 19 long and wonderful years. His name was Spyro and he was a tiny little man, with the soul of a cat trapped in a dog's body (I swear!) as he would spend all his time asleep in the sun or curled up in a ball on my lap. I miss him dearly. ♥️ As ghosts we'd definitely haunt some kind of cosy library or cottage full of old things as I'm training to be a historian and his little-dog-cat soul could be free to nap all he wanted! We'd spend our time snuggled up together as I study, read, or work on something, but would occasionally lark about and terrorise any visitors who disturb the peace of our quiet special place~

Rhianna Wolf

2020-03-17 15:12:40 +0000 UTC

I have had many pets over the years and have loved them all unconditionally, celebrating all their unique characteristics. My last pet to pass was my little pug-chihuahua named Boo. She was the last survivor of the Jellystone Gang (Yogi (Boston bull terrier), Boo Boo and Ranger (German shepherd). She passed away at age 17 due to old age and complications from doggie dementia. I am blessed enough to have a job where I could bring her to work every day for the last couple of years of her life so she wouldn't be lonely or confused at home as she struggled with her dementia. Knowing us, we'd haunt our favorite pond here at work and let the breeze blow her ears up. Then we'd play pranks on people to startle them - barking behind people when they brush their teeth, startling the cats during nap time, fake barking noises to wake up other pet owners thinking their pets were getting sick on the carpet, circling endlessly causing papers to stir on desks, stealing food from plates, hiding things like keys under the bed, things like that... LOL

Jennifer Gray

2020-03-17 15:11:33 +0000 UTC

Me and my cross eyed orange tabby Hollie Barbara, would haunt social media, particularly all the cat memes ! We would jump through them and I would steal the hoarded toilet paper and Hollie would go for the cat treats :)

Sara E Briggs

2020-03-17 15:11:04 +0000 UTC

My furry soulmate Sugar has already passed on, when I go, we will haunt the woods of Bidwell Park in Chico CA. That was our favorite place to chase birds and squirrels and nap in the sunshine.

Tamsin Houseman

2020-03-17 15:09:55 +0000 UTC

We lost our dog loki in may of last year. I had to have him put down, that was what we did with the money my husband gave me to buy craft supplies for mothers day. We put our dog down. Any way if me and loki were to haunt a location together it would definitely be where ever my family is. We would not haunt a specific place but specific people. Lol we love our humans..... So we would definitely mess with them.... Open doors, turn off lights, and loki well he would probably chew on things cause that was one of the things he did when he was alive.....

melissa

2020-03-17 15:08:31 +0000 UTC

My Marie Antoinette (pug) is still with us but is about 13 and her quality of life has definitely decreased (wheelchair, cannot urinate by herself). I left her for a year to move to Japan and I came back because I couldn’t imagine losing time with her. Anyway, she is the love of my life and best friend. Because of her round potato shape and her ability to always be right where your about to stand, in result tripping you, my husband and I nicknamed her the Black Potato. We have invented a whole story about how when I get old, I will be the crazy lady up on the hill that everyone thinks is a witch. And every morning the townsfolk will wake up to yam on their doorstep, or if unlucky, A BLACK POTATO. That villager should be wary for when they least expect it... they will be tripped by Marie! The Black Potato! It could happen that day or next week! They never know~ I’m sure and my love Marie Antoinette will continue our shenanigans past our time, and will continue to bring tubular earthly surprise from beyond the grave!

Sophie Dostie

2020-03-17 15:07:42 +0000 UTC

Oh boy! Me and my pug Cody will probably set up shop at a cozy bar/lounge. So I can have a beer and he can sit in front of the fireplace. He will haunt people by sitting on their laps and sneezing in their faces.

Chris Lattanzio

2020-03-17 15:06:30 +0000 UTC

Tooty and I would haunt the river road in the town I grew up in. It would be said that when it's dark and gloomy (almost sweeny Todd feels) you can see them playing fetch in the water off the rocks and Tooty would bring the stick back to strangers watching. We used to actually do this. She would run behind my car the 2 miles it took to get to the river. Once we got there, we would find the best sticks and walk out onto a stone row to play fetch in the river. Everytime she'd see someone else come close to the river or walk the road, she would take the stick to them to ask if they would like to play. I lost my Tooty Fruity last year. And I miss her everyday. I have her ashes next to my bed as of now but I think I'm going to release her in her favorite spot to play fetch.

Mellanee Sherrow

2020-03-17 15:05:03 +0000 UTC

I've lost a lot of pets over the years, but I've been lucky enough to have- not one, but four soulmate pets. One of which is still currently living. Each of them are very very special to me, I lost each of the three in very tragic ways, and I could never choose just one over the other to memorialize in SUCH a beautiful way. So I'm giving up my chance to win, and I'm putting it out into the Universe that whoever does win is someone who really really needs the healing right now- because I know that feeling all too well. Good luck everyone!!

Jade

2020-03-17 15:04:26 +0000 UTC

So I think I would haunt with her , we would haunt an old library and she could sit on peoples feet while they read books or lay in their lap , and she could run around and people would get her jingling collar

Tarah Schomburg

2020-03-17 15:03:53 +0000 UTC

I'm lucky enough to still have my pets alive, but sadly last year my uncle lost his dog Douma to disease, she was huge almost as big as a smol bear and so fluffy! She was so gentle, especially with little kids, she loved them! If we could haunt a place together, we'd probably end up in her favorite park so she could still see the kids play !

hoshi

2020-03-17 15:03:09 +0000 UTC

My cat Shadow never met a box he didn’t like. ( He was known for crushing the lids from board games.) We’d probably haunt every Fedex,UPS, and USPS store within a 5 mile radius. Who doesn’t love to see a box bend under the weight of a 20 pound ghost cat. Besides it’d be fun to shuffle the boxes around to make the employees question their sanity and create the perfect tower for Shadow to gaze down from.😁🖤

Katelyn

2020-03-17 15:02:08 +0000 UTC

My sister lost her little Echo in sorta a freak accident , I tear up any time I talk about it , she was a little piebald bieyed happy sweet miniature dachshund, my daughter grew up with her and loved her so much we would “ kidnap” her sometimes and take her for walks and she would spend the night with us , one day she was sleeping on the chaise and accidentally got pushed off my my sisters other dog and landed in such a way to result in paralyzation , she was rushed to the vet where they took xrays and nothing was broken but she was sent home on meds for reduction of brain swelling , my sister didn’t want her to be left alone at night which she would have been so she ended up dying at home 😢

Tarah Schomburg

2020-03-17 15:01:14 +0000 UTC

I've lost many cats over the years. I have had probably over 13 my entire life and they have all lived happy healthy lives. The one that hurt the most was our calico cat Chloe. She became a part of our family when she was just 1 years old and lived to the age of 17. She was the queen and my mother made sure to treat her as such ( my mother actually has her name tattooed on her wrist). In a paranormal universe, we would haunt a cat cafe that was specifically built for animals who have passed on. It would only be open at night and people could contact their animals from the other side, kind of like a ghost hunt. She and I would run the place, showing people there is no reason to be afraid of ghosts, especially those who are on four legs. Food and pet psychics would be provided of course.

Taryn Curry

2020-03-17 15:01:11 +0000 UTC

Me and my Guinea pigs Pablo and Escobar (who recently passed away) would sneak Into healthy peoples kitchens at dinner time and run off with their salads... Leaving a trail of beetroot juice Guineapig footprints behind

Emma Cross

2020-03-17 15:00:24 +0000 UTC

My rats Mendel and Bateson - average lifespan of rats is already very low, but they didn't even make it to half 😓 they were so smart and affectionate! Rats get a bad reputation but fancy rats are a totally different breed than wild rats or those associated with the plague. As pets they're like something between a cat &dog - will recognize you and be happy when you get home and love attention, but are also pretty chill in their care and can be litter trained! As ghosts we'd hide out in a castle Airbnb, and I think their little rat noises would be enough to give an eery feeling to the guests, let alone their habit of stealing things to chomp on

Shay Brunton

2020-03-17 14:59:44 +0000 UTC

I had a black cat named Comet that I got when I moved into my first apartment. He was up for adoption for over a year, sitting in a cage and facing the back wall when I went to see him. He had a cauliflowered ear and walked with his head to the side, so I guess no one wanted him because he had 'defects?' But i put in an adoption form and I got a call back hours later asking if I was serious. I went to check him out and he was the sweetest baby, cuddling and purring right out of the cage! When I took him home, everyone who had been caring for him wanted to say goodbye; 10-15 people. He was such a teddy bear, and I was so happy I rescued him from that cage and he was just the happiest cat I've ever had. He would watch tv with me and I would hold him like a doll, sleep under the covers with his head on the pillow, and always made his rounds on the apartment to check out whats going on. I miss him so much! He passed away at 5 years old from lymphoma. If we were both ghosts together, we'd hang out in the backyard that he sneakily got out into a few times (even tho he wasn't allowed), and chase birds and mice all day. Gosh he was the best.

Ash

2020-03-17 14:58:22 +0000 UTC

My sweet rabbit Shamu passed last September, at a very advanced age. I miss him terribly. I would like to think, a century from now we'd both be haunting the house I live in now. I spin yarn, so I'd be clattering along with my spinning wheel, and Shamu would be lolloping around my feet, sitting on the treadle and head-butting my ankles for nose-rubs. If there are dried papaya treats in the afterlife, I hope he's sitting on a great huge bag of them...

Michelle Heather Cohen

2020-03-17 14:58:19 +0000 UTC

My best friend lost her dog Maggie a couple years ago, if they were ghost best friends I know they'd haunt Maggie Mays breakfast cafe enjoying some delicious milkshakes stealing, bacon off of plates and getting lots of pets for Maggie!!

Alexis Harquail

2020-03-17 14:58:03 +0000 UTC

I am very fortunate to have all my favorite pets alive today. However, my brother and sister in law recently lost their dog Jojo. He was famously an asshole. He had a grumpy little temperament and I joked that he sat with me all the time because we shared a similarly grumpy attitude. He was my sister in law's pet and instantly loved my brother when they started dating. He was mentioned in both of their vows at their wedding. Even though we teased about his grumpiness and bad breath, he was very loved . if he could haunt somewhere, my guess would be a place where he could people/dog watch and shout at everyone.

Hayley Hochstettler

2020-03-17 14:56:35 +0000 UTC

I lost my cat Jesse very suddenly in July of 2019 to FIP (Feline Infectious Peritonitis or Feline Coronavirus) and Claudio to respiratory issues in September 2019. Jesse loved to play actual fetch with all of his toys and Claudio enjoyed lounging on all kinds of soft things. Together we’d haunt a pet store full of cozy cat beds and toys (specifically hamburger-shaped one) so shoppers could see toys floating around in the air and being thrown only to return to spots where no one seemed to be standing... 🙂

micah rodriguez

2020-03-17 14:55:06 +0000 UTC

I lost my Boxer almost a year ago to brain tumors, and it was the most devastating loss, next to the loss of my mother.. but he would love nothing better than to set up shop with Mommy and Daddy in a big pile of garbage in a Landfill.. he was immensely attracted to garbage all through his life! And for sure, he'd help me find treasures in the trash heaps to give me as presents. He was a loyal and devoted doggie to me an his Dad, and I'd gladly spend eternity in a landfill for him... (you can't smell, when you're dead...right?!)

Suzy Quzy

2020-03-17 14:54:10 +0000 UTC

We lost our family dog, Penny, a snowy white Staffordshire bull terrier about 12 years ago. She was our rock, especially for me and my brother, whilst our parents went through a tumultuous divorce. I have never met a more human soul in a furry friend. When we're ghosts together, we will haunt the local library who's grounds we frequently haunted in life (we would run through the surrounding cemetery and park) and we will appear in the photographic archives, newspaper clippings and guide lost souls to the knowledge they seek.

Tom Walker

2020-03-17 14:53:58 +0000 UTC

My beloved Rottweiler, Alex aka "Mr. Meat" went to live over the rainbow 6 or 7 years ago. He was my best pal. I had to put him down because he had been diagnosed with a flat brain tumor. I was the last thing he saw (if he could even see) and could smell as we drifted into a forever sleep in my arms. I imagine we would be running around and playing, or just cuddling like we used to on a blanket in a park. We would haunt my brother to mess with him! Alex stayed with him in his final years since the military had me relocate to Japan and back and he became pals with my brother. My brother taught him how to howl so I would have Alex howl at my brother like he used to! Oh, how fun that would be! Brings a smile to my face just thinking about it! This was a great contest and I think you are going to bring a LOT of smiles to people with this one!

Kristin Ott

2020-03-17 14:53:54 +0000 UTC

I lost my baby momo 2 years ago and I miss him every single day, he was 13 years old at a nearest estimate and he was my first pet and my best friend for such a massive chunk of my life. We have no idea what breed of cat he was but he was huge! The vets best guess was that he was maine coon or part Scottish wild cat 😅 He followed my mum home one night when he was about 1 or 2 and then showed up the next night limping and bleeding. My brother and I insisted we keep him in overnight to take him to the vet and as it turns out we saved his life because his wound was septic. He just kind of stuck around after that. If we were ghosts together Momo and I would haunt my street and would get up behind people and nibble on their hair to distract them while I hide their stuff, and we would chase around the magpies that used to taunt him in the garden because they where too big for their boots! 😂

Sarah Kane

2020-03-17 14:53:11 +0000 UTC

We lost our bulldog, Chloe, about a year ago! She loooved people and would lick you to death! We would set up ghostly shop at the local senior center so I can partake in the crafts and Chloe can comfort the seniors!

Roseanna Lacas

2020-03-17 14:52:30 +0000 UTC

My brother recently lost his bed bud Tigger so I’d ask for his portrait. I called him the big Tigg because he was a big ol barrel with a club tail. I can definitely imagine my brother and Tigger laying together on the couch in the basement watching old movies together. Anyone in the area would be haunted by a mysterious THUMP THUMP THUMP coming from no where and it would be Tigger’s big club tail wagging out of happiness. I haven’t lost a pet recently but my cat Bud is amazing. He likes to scream when the doors/windows are open and he gets the zoomies. If him and I were ghosts, we would definitely haunt a bakery. He’d cause all sorts of chaos doing ghost zoomies through the kitchen spilling flour all over and revealing little tiny foot prints in the flour

Alex Welch

2020-03-17 14:52:25 +0000 UTC

My last cat, a little calico that had almost the exact markings of a traditional "lucky cat," I named Willow (the fluff butt, the princess viper, the ditch kitten - because we found/rescued her from a ditch - looked like someone threw her out of a moving car, she had a broken back leg, the other back hip was dislocated, and she had a wolf worm living in her neck), was a spoiled rotten princess who made it to 16 after such a rough start. We'll need to haunt indoors, because she spent the rest of her life terrified of being outdoors, and HATED car rides (she'd just curl up and shake and cry the whole time). Her favorite room was the sun room. In summer time, she loved to hunt the tiny creatures that would slip in. I spent a lot of time rescuing baby frogs and skinks; and she would indignantly yell at me, "Mommy! Give me the skink! I want it! I want to play!" She had this high, thin, sharp whine of a meow. So, when we're haunting, I think she'll be a very vocal ghost, letting her displeasure be known with her very distinctive cry. I think as a ghost kitty, we'd have fun playing with anyone who comes into the sun room. Maybe the living people will become her baby frogs and skinks? I'll have to keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn't go too far, but a little chase and nip, a cry and a swipe here and there wouldn't do much harm. Oh, and hampering. If anyone tries to read the paper, or build a puzzle on the big table in the middle, she will absolutely HAVE TO BE right in the center of it all. Her back legs never were very strong, even healed, so I'll help make sure she can get up to the tall table top to watch the fun.

Izile

2020-03-17 14:52:07 +0000 UTC

My boyfriend and I lost Chicken Noddle, our cat, last year she really liked to lay around so I'd want us to Haunt a furniture store where she could shed all her fur on the couches while I would just rearrange the store in a way I think would look nice.

Erin

2020-03-17 14:51:49 +0000 UTC

My beloved Yorkie, Yoshi and I would definitely take up residence at Disneyland. Specifically the Haunted Mansion. They do have 999 haunts but have room for more. Miss him everyday!

Claudia Garcia

2020-03-17 14:50:32 +0000 UTC

I few months ago we had to end the suffering of our senior dog, Willow. She was chow shepherd mix that we got at the shelter when she was about seven years old, and she lived another seven with us. Senior dogs are the best. She was a huge fan of all kinds of food, and if we were to haunt anywhere together it would definitely be the Dunkin Donuts that always (and I mean always) got her croissant sandwich order wrong. At a certain point it was more impressive than irritating.

Bradley Cummings

2020-03-17 14:50:04 +0000 UTC

I recently lost my doggie back in October 😔 she was a chihuahua 😭

liz la leo

2020-03-17 14:49:49 +0000 UTC

I lost my 15-year-old soul-dog Maggie five years ago, and I miss her constantly still. Maggie and I went through dog training school together (she was my student dog), so she was very smart and skilled. I would like to spend eternity as ghosts at a park with a playground next to a lake. That way she would have slides and things to climb, like the obstacle course she loved in school and a refreshing lake to wade into after she was done playing. She and I both love the water.

LC

2020-03-17 14:49:38 +0000 UTC

I lost my mother to ovarian cancer 3 years ago, she loved my dog, Chewbacca (Chewie). Chewie loved her. He stayed by her side until she passed at home. Chewie was my first pet ever. He was with me through moving to another state, divorce, moving again, my mom getting sick, ups and downs. Chewie was my best buddy. Unfortunately he got sick a year ago and I had to put him down in December. I miss him so much. Not having my mom or him around I feel so alone. So with all of that said, we would haunt the little barn near our home where he would get groomed. They have a lot of animals and it would be fun to visit them so they aren’t lonely!

Kristen Genovese

2020-03-17 14:48:56 +0000 UTC

My dog Bear was the absolute best! She looked like a little bear cub and had the sweetest personality. She enjoyed splashing around in ponds, so we would haunt a pond and she would play with other dogs!

Laura Chambers

2020-03-17 14:48:24 +0000 UTC

This is SUCH a great idea ❤️

Nicholas Holte

2020-03-17 14:48:21 +0000 UTC

My beloved Scottish terrier Penny and I would condemn ourselves to the confines of my childhood home in which we both shared a life together, forever tormenting the living with her vociferous bark and adorable presence (or apparition).

Francisco Reyes

2020-03-17 14:47:40 +0000 UTC

My cat Jasmine was bottle raised from a week old and has always had fun quirks to her personality. We’d haunt a home showcase store like IKEA. It would mostly be me trying to haunt people and her loud MROW to get my attention. Also, anytime she haunts someone and I catch her, she would bounce away making chirping noises (as she adorably does today).

Hayley Hochstettler

2020-03-17 14:47:06 +0000 UTC

This hits home hard because my husband and I just lost our pet(to make things worse) 2 days before my birthday last month. She was just the sweetest dog and too young. I honestly think we would agree to choose a constantly visited graveyard and we'd take turns playing fetch with her in front of ongoing funerals with someone else's bones.

George Martz

2020-03-17 14:46:58 +0000 UTC

My late kitty, Wispy, and I would haunt Montmartre in Paris where we would be known to haunt the Moulin (Mew-lin?) Rouge and befriend the dancers, playfully torment the spectators, and watch the shows.

Natalie Coleman

2020-03-17 14:46:47 +0000 UTC

I think I would for sure spend eternity with my favourite rescued black bird Jeremy (who sadly got attacked by a stray cat- I still love the cat thought) we would haunt my distant family’s beer factory plus they also make fudge there so we could get drunk and eat as much as we liked. Plus’s we could get along with the workers there by being official tasters for the beer and fudge. The rumours of hearing hiccuping bird and drunken ghosts singing could be true!!!

Jonathan Sutherland

2020-03-17 14:46:45 +0000 UTC

My cat Poe was my very first cat with my husband and I. We adopted him from a couple who were allergic to him. I would have to say near the ocean because Poe and my 3 other cats love fishes and water. That way he could as much as he wants without worrying if his weight is a problem. He was a big boy, I called him my little whale! If we are by the ocean he would be able to see bigger whales and make big waves splash as he jumps in the water with the whales.

EllieErickson

2020-03-17 14:46:42 +0000 UTC

Okay first of all, Vicki is amazing!! I met her at a maker’s market in Madison a few months ago and we discussed her doing portraits of my cat and my horses. She was so kind and lovely, and her work is amazing! I lost my first horse, a rescue boy with big medical issues, about a year ago. He had this funny habit of chewing on knitwear- hats, scarves, sweaters... all of it. I had to give warnings anytime someone came to visit him wearing a cute sweater, because he would nibble holes in it. I also LOVE to knit, but have arthritis in my hands, so can only do a little at a time. If my Stilts and I can be ghosts together, he could nibble allllll the knitwear he wanted, and I would use my non-arthritis ghost hands to knit new sweaters, scarves, and socks galore for all of his “victims” :)

Jennifer Williams

2020-03-17 14:46:03 +0000 UTC

I lost my shih tzu last September and we never really figured out what caused her decline. She was only 7. If we were to haunt somewhere it would probably be a knitting shop. She used to snooze on my lap while I crafted.

Lisa

2020-03-17 14:46:01 +0000 UTC

Me and Mr Sushi Blonde, my ginger Maine Coin, Will set for a sofà shop , covering them with fur and taking naps

Laura Amoroso

2020-03-17 14:45:57 +0000 UTC

Angel, the cow-printed Cocker Spaniel, and I would continue to haunt our house. You'd here us walking up and down the stairs, and Angel "talking" as someone walks through the front door. You'd see Angel and I walking in the back and front yards. And people's furniture would be moved back to its original location. Angel was blind and if you moved the furniture, she would get confused.

Allison Waldron

2020-03-17 14:45:56 +0000 UTC

I've only read to the part where you had Mr. Biggles painted and got all teary :( ....he reminds me so much of my Data....okay, now I'll finish reading....(hugs to you. I know you miss him)

Sherrie Potgieter

2020-03-17 14:44:42 +0000 UTC

We just recently lost our border collie Sydney, unfortunately most of the photos we had of her had to be sneaked because of her fear of cameras🙈 If we had to haunt a place I'd say it would be a local dogpark, she loved stealing other dogs tennis balls and refusing to give them back so I think she'd enjoy doing that in the afterlife too🤣

SweetSolitude

2020-03-17 14:43:51 +0000 UTC

My dog Yuri and I would set up shop in a park (he loved parks) and we would walk around so he could give kisses to people walking around ( he loved giving kisses to people, people were often afraid of him because of how big he was) and I would spook people by placing a ghostly cold hand upon their shoulders. This way he gets to enjoy his favorite place and I get to creep people out. Lol.

Monica Adams

2020-03-17 14:43:11 +0000 UTC

My first cat, Bandit, who I consider my familiar, passed away last year at the ripe old age of 16. If we were ghosts together, I would totally just stay home. My partners don't believe in ghosts, and we would spend our time totally messing with their heads. Bandit would get all the other cats to behave weirdly, and I would be that poltergeist that randomly arranges macaroni noodles into words and phrases.

Arazia

2020-03-17 14:42:50 +0000 UTC

Oh we’d totally find a fun old Victorian house to haunt. I’d pet her in a window seat and make wailing noises. Old Lucy and I would get into quite the bit of shenanigans, and our dog Merlin would join us too.

Maggie Barber

2020-03-17 14:42:48 +0000 UTC

Love your creative light...it makes staying in pure joy <3

Studio Elsbeth

2020-03-17 14:42:30 +0000 UTC

Sassy, my very first cat, and I would be haunting a horse ranch, making her namesake from homeward bound proud!

Claire Marvinney

2020-03-17 14:42:24 +0000 UTC

We would haunt people that we know. And because Ash is a cat he would be knocking things off places at the perfect time just to annoy those people. We would also change channels so.we could catch up on our ghost shows and horror stories.

Rachel Pop

2020-03-17 14:41:45 +0000 UTC

I would set up shop in a Walmart, and I would slap customers and trip them for the fun of it. Mostly to the people who are acting a fool right now with this virus going around. I would leave the nice customers alone.

Krista Scholl

2020-03-17 14:41:35 +0000 UTC

Easily a haunted picture frame (preferably carved by you) and we would follow the regal photo of us from house to house, estate sale to estate sale. I'd play my favorite records in the middle of the night and (evil) laugh alot. My dog is clumsy so you'd hear his ghost crash into walls and knock down photos and other things. I'd scare the daylight out of people i felt doesn't respect their victorian homes.

Samuel Gomez

2020-03-17 14:41:30 +0000 UTC

My hen, Ruto, and I would probably start haunting the egg section of the local grocery store so that a spectral hen would walk over and "lay their eggs" while I stole their snacks out of their cart for us

Miggea

2020-03-17 14:41:20 +0000 UTC

Teasing us about an upcoming project right after mentioning victorian-style hair art is what will get me through this plague. Can’t wait!! 🖤🖤🖤

Brandon Grew

2020-03-17 14:40:14 +0000 UTC

We would be playing tricks on guests at the haunted mansion in Disneyland!

Liz Vera

2020-03-17 14:39:58 +0000 UTC

March contest and updates! :D

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Beautiful portrait! So sad to lose our furry family members…

We would spend all our time scaring animals abusers to make them stop being mean to animals. We may even cause some to have unfortunate accidents, 😻😎💗♥️

My hairless Chinese crested loves putting his neck in your face so you kiss his neck. Sooo we would haunt my family, especially my brother by crowding him on the couch. While my fur less baby puts his neck in everyone’s face. Lol

Me too! It must have been hard, so many people who just love their pets so much❤️

Was the winner ever announced? I know you were having a hard time going through the responses. If I missed it please direct me to where I an find it. Thank you.

Was the winner announced? I must've missed it :(

I lost my dog in January. She was 16 1/2 and we had been together since she was 2-3 months old. I miss her more than anything. More than I even imagined was possible. We liked napping together so I imagine we would nap in people’s beds and leave them wondering how the bedding got messed up.

If me and my pets were ghosts I think we would go to as many haunted houses and scare people who go to those house for a scare or investigations. We would spend of our time haunting and having tea in between

Venus my sheepdog and i would haunt disneyland! She loves to run and play hide and seek! She also loved water, so we would probably haunt the pirates of the Caribbean ride! My dog died while i was deployed so i never got to say goodbye, but i know thats probably where she would be.

Aww thats so sweet :)

Harlequin, my chihuahua/rat terrier mix and I would haunt a water park somewhere. She could nip at people's ankles as they walked between rides and steal bites of their food and I would be in that one empty tube that's always in the lazy river by itself.

If Guini (my departed other half cat spirit) and I haunted a place together it would be at my mom’s house. We’d poop in her flowerpots but it made her crazy when Guini did that as a kitten.

I think I Missed the cut off... but I spent time writing this up! So here it is!

My dear Jackson and I were always looking for late night snacks growing up so its safe to say we both would be haunting a food market. When people would go to grab a treat from a vendor, a paw would jump out and swap them before they could even touch the item.

My cat Simon and I would haunt my parents house! We could play in the back yard and he could eat all the grass he wants without getting sick 😂

My sweet baby Miss Kitty passed away almost 3 years ago now. She loved to sit on the patio in the sun. So if we were ghosts together we would visit gardens and forests and nap in sunbeams and chase after birds and buggies (the only word she knew!), but never harm them, and then nap some more.

I thought I posted this last night, but do not see it today. Apologize if it's a double post.

💔 such a sweet idea. What a beautiful painting!

What beautiful writing Amber❣️

We would haunt art studios, and nap with the paintings. We would move things around, add or enhance works in progress, and then cuddle and laugh at the confusion.

I lost my boy Middy in 2013. Had him for 14 years, still miss him. If we were ghosts together I suppose we'd just hang out in the woods...maybe near a trail where we could hop out and scare hikers. He always loved taking woodland walks.

I would have my dog Avery, and we would haunt a library. We would knock books off the shelves to make recommendations, sometimes on peoples heads.

I lost my beautiful pug Jello two months ago. My living pug Rudolpho I have always joked was a demon hunter turned into a pug by an evil sorceress. Together ghost Jello, ghost me and Rudolpho the demon hunter would travel the earth fighting monsters.

At my local public library; I could keep reading my favourite romance novels, and he'd have all the books to knock over off of shelves forever. <3 :P

Sending you so many hugs and loves!

Adore the name

My goodness. Everyone are writing novels. My comment seems so minor. But Lucifer. My white and black wooly husky that we lost in August, would set up shop in the woods. I find the woods so hauntingly beautiful and quite easily terrifying with just the snap of a twig 😊

My Buddy and I would haunt couches of our loved ones or people who need a cuddle. He was the best cuddle buddy and looked like a fluffy bear. His favorite activity besides running outside was laying on the couch and snuggling.

Christine I think you're going to need help from your friends and family to read all of these!

If my cat child and I were ghosts together we would probably spend our days at a pizza shop because it's his favorite food and we'd steal toppings off of people's pies all day because it's also one of his favorite things to do.