Mom's Dog

Informant: Male/52/Japanese ancestry

Location: Hilo, Hawaii 

My brother used to play with my mom's dog, a sharpei-pitbull, every day when he came home from work. He would come home, play with the dog in the yard for a bit, and then go in the house. 

My brother died suddenly. 

Afterwards, every day, for a few weeks, we would see the dog get excited and start barking and grab his toy, as if someone was playing with him. But nobody was there. These play sessions tapered off after a few weeks, and then stopped. 

I don't think there's any other explanation for this except that my brother continued to play with my mom's dog after he was gone. 

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Loyalty

Informant: Female/27/Korean-Portuguese ancestry

Location: Lihue, Kaua`i

My grandpa told us a story about his middle son, my uncle, who died many years ago from Cerebral Palsy. When all three sons were younger, they used to go play in the baseball park across the street from their house. My uncle at the time had a dog named Trixie. This dog would follow him everywhere he went, so naturally she followed him across the street. But as she was crossing the street, she was struck by a car.

My uncle wheeled his chair over to her and picked her up and cried and cried as he held her. And then all of a sudden, Trixie sprung back to life. As if nothing had happened, nothing broken.

My dad said that this dog was deader than dead. It wasn't moving there was blood coming out of her nose and her mouth. He can't explain how she just sprung back to life. And she lived a very long life after that.

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