The evening of February 2, 2012 my daughter returned downstairs with Soffie after being in bed for only thirty minutes and informed me that the dog didn't want to sleep. She kept whimpering and looking at the bedroom door. I told my daughter to leave Soffie downstairs with me and when I went up to bed I would bring her back into her room.
Around 11:00pm I was tired so I went upstairs with Soffie and put her on my daughter’s bed then went across the narrow hall into my own bedroom and proceeded to get ready to sleep. As soon as I entered my bedroom I felt as if there was a presence with me. I remember thinking that it was either my Grandmother or Erin. I smiled to myself. It was nice to have them around. As I was changing into my night clothes I heard Soffie bark repeatedly from my daughter's room. What the heck was that all about? Soffie was a quiet