These stories are incredible, its just such a shame that it takes times of such sadness for most of us to realize just what they are capable of sensing.
I'll admit, I've bought into this theory for a while... I don't know how far (some of it really is a little out there) but I know that Tess and I certainly have a deeper bond than I have with the boys. If I'm sick.... Tess is sick... If I'm upset, she will refuse to leave my side.... and don't think for a second that we can leave town and get it past her by hiding the luggage... she'll be waiting at the front door with that same look my Dad used to get when he caught me sneeking in past curfew...
It kind of reminds me of my first Sheltie, Dusty. He spent his whole life taking care of me, and so close to the end (only a week or so before he died) my Dad decided to repaint the house. Dusty (who could barely walk at the time) got up...demanded to be let out... posted himself at the foot of the scaffolding... gave my Dad the most scolding "woof" he could muster, and REFUSED to move until my Dad came down. At the time, it was the most we had seen him move in weeks... but his family always came first to him, no matter what. (My Dad never finished painting BTW, he hired someone to do it a few moths later... he said "Dusty told him to") :sadsmile: