This isn't nearly as dramatic as your story Scrump, but it was a miracle for my son and I.

Our precious dog died on a Saturday morning in April of 2008. She was a part of our family for 15 years. She grew up with my youngest son. We were devastated beyond words.

Sunday morning my son had a workout with his team at a swimming pool about a half hour from our home. He had been in the pool for about an hour and was resting on the lane ropes waiting for his turn to do a drill. I was sitting across the pool watching.

Both of us were looking north when a beautiful dog of the same breed ours was (Belgian Shepard which is very uncommon in our area) came trotting by along the bike path that runs adjacent to this pool. The sun was shining intensely on her glistening fur and she was lovely and proud. She looked exactly as our dear girl had in her younger years.

She was leading her family who followed on bicycles. She turned her head toward my son and looked right at him as if to say, "everything is just fine." It was the most amazing and comforting moment I can recall in my life. I literally felt that I was showered with God's love. Afterwards my son immediately turned his head to see if I had seen her and our eyes met. Both of us were crying.

Was it a moment of pure serendipity, or was it a miracle sent to bring us comfort? We both believe it was a miracle. :chalcedony: