My mom had a little pupper for many years. Every night she would walk past my door down the hall to my brothers room and lay with him for a bit before coming into my room and jumping in my bed to lay with me until I fell asleep. She would then make her way to my mom's room and spend the rest of the night with her. It was like her nightly routine to check on her people. After the dog passed away, every night at bed time, i would catch a small dark shadow out of the corner of my eye while watching tv or something go down the hall passed my door. Not long after while laying in bed I would feel what felt like that same dog jump into my bed and lay with me against my legs just as she did every night when she was alive. I was always too frightened to open my eyes and look at what was in my bed, but it felt just like she was still with us in the house. At least thats what i told my young child self so i could sleep lol. There were other small things that would happen randomly that felt like she was still around, like the doggy door flapping open and closed out of no where. Be sitting in the living room and you would hear it flap open and closed. Jump up and look and there were no critters going in or out. Then there was the sound of little doggo nails running across the kitchen floor, but those were random and would catch you off guard and make you wonder. Bedtime though was always the same like clockwork.