You all have me a little teary-eyed just reading these.
My first hound, Phantom, was adopted by my family when I was 12. He wasn't big on sleeping in anyone's room with them for some reason, but preferred to spend the night on his pillow in the living room. But, every night, in the wee hours of the morning, he would make rounds to go and check on everyone. His tags always jingled, so you could hear him coming. I was away at college when he passed, though I had just been home for the weekend a couple of days before. A few times, when I have been back at home visiting my parents, I have woken up in the middle of the night to hear tags jingling. I know it isn't coming from my girls, as they wear boomerang tags. My parents, individually and on different occasions, have heard him as well. Phantom was such a good dog. I can't believe it has been 10.5 years since he crossed the bridge.