I am glad Michael is checking in on you...I know it was him!
My little story like this was my grandfather always wanted a dog but my grandmother did not want one. He loved my first Lab Sparky a lot.
When Sparky contracted lymphatic cancer at the age of 14 and I was waiting to go to the vet's I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of a gentleman in blue golfing knickers and argyle socks and a yellow sweater by my horse paddock. I know that was "Gig" and it was comforting to see him as I was very concerned about Sparky. Gig always snuck treats to my first mare and she loved him for it.
By the time we got to the vet's office, Sparky seemed to know why he was there and he collapsed to the floor, where he was put to sleep. I was devastated... but a day later, I caught a glimpse of Sparky walking behind me and my grandfather behind him. So, whereever they are, Sparky has a buddy and my grandfather has his dog.
I believe....
Denise
Silversong Farm