The Last Goodbye

  I was born and raised in a small town in Bulgaria, Europe. 
My family was the animal-lover kind. We've had alot of dogs 
over the years, until my father got alergic to fur over thin 
air, and we moved to Georgia, USA where we now live.

  When I was small we had a generation of German Shepards (dog 
types). We even scored  a dog in the records book for my county 
for 'Oldest Age Of Death'. His name was Rocky and died when i 
was still young. He had only one daughter. She got the name of 
her mother  - Dolly. Luckily, our neighbors had a German Shepard, 
also - male. So, they got together and we had alot of puppies. We 
gave them all away except two - Tsezar and another Rocky. After 
that Dolly became VERY protective of them and very strong, also. 
My grandma couldn't take it. So, we gave her away also. We were 
so sad, but it was the way it was. We gave Tsezar to a dog school 
for four years! Meanwhile Rocky ran away for who knows what reason.

  In the spring vacation I was thirsty, we had no drinkadge in the 
fridge, and the water was off (that happened very often there) so 
i went to the basement, where my grandma kept juice. The moment i 
opened the door, I stepped back and let go of it, as it opened wide 
by itself with a big eeeeek-sound. I couldn't believe it! By a 
basket full of old bread, which grandma used to make food for the 
dogs and cats was standing not just any German Shepard, but our own 
Dolly, i could definatly tell, though something seemed odd. Why was 
she blury and white from head to toe? I dropped on my knees and just 
stood there not believing my view.
  
  Then I got up and whent to check on my dog, i could see he was 
still finishing up his dinner. I found out no more of the ghost-dog 
until not long after. My parents told me that Dolly died of old age. 
I get it, now. She wnted to tell us her last goodbye. I didnt tell 
my parents the story, because i knew they wouldn't believe me.