I grew up on a farm that had lots of animals. I am guessing that animals can be ghosts too.  I just read a book and the lady that was the author was saying that many animals do not go into the light, just like humans don't too.  Anyway, when I was a little girl, I had a pony, Mr Pibbs,  that died.  I loved him so much and when he died I was crushed.

About a week after he died, I could hear him at night whinnying and kicking around in his pen.  I went out in the middle of the night, and of course there was nothing there. I looked around his pen and in the barn but couldn't find him anyhwere.  I went back to bed.

For the next few weeks I was woken at night ot the sound of his playing.  My mom even woke up the next morning and asked if Sheila's pony had spent the night. (My girl friend came over a few days with her pony to make me feel better)  She had never spent the night though. So my mom was hearing it too.

The next night I was awake and just lin in bed when I heard him again.  I looked out my window and there he was standing in his pen.  He wasn't looking at me, but at his food bucket. It was like I had cloudy vision, he was there, then he was gone. He sort of looked like this picture I found on the internet, I kept squinting to see if he was real.  I only heard Mr Pibbs once time after that.  I think he just kept coming until I could see him and know he was there. I did somehow feel much better after I saw him.  I felt like he was okay.

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written by Lori, July 18, 2008

Awwwww! What a nice story. Did the pony ever come back to visit?

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written by jraanch, July 18, 2008

Mr Pibbs? Is that a ratial comment?

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