I’ve probably told this before, but here’s a doggy one.
Friends who lived in half of an old converted barn - it felt like an entirely separate house though - had a lovely old Flatcoat retriever, Charlie, who was on his very last legs - the vet was coming the next day to put him to sleep.
Same evening, the adult son of next door neighbours came with his GF to visit his parents. This was well before smartphones so while there he went upstairs to check emails on his mum’s computer.
While checking, he was unnerved to see, out of the corner of his eye, a dog go past. Asked his GF, ‘Did you see the dog?’
‘What dog? He’s downstairs!’ (Current dog was a Dalmatian.)
What he’d seen was their former dog, a Weimeraner, so utterly unlike the other.
The son was so spooked, he took them both off to the village pub!
But the general consensus was that their old dog, who’d been best friends with Charlie, had returned to keep him company on his way.
None of them had ever seen any hint of such a thing before.
Some years later at a 🎄drinks do, the (very un-woo) adult son told me about it - he said he’d never have believed it if anyone else had told him such a thing.