By Ann Sagramoso
When my neighbors were away for five or six months at a time, I’d care for their house, plants and Draco, The Black Prince. Beginning about three days before his family was due to come home, he’d fuss at me as if I could bring them back faster. He always knew when they were due to return, whether it was an absence of half a year or a few days, and he’d be waiting in the drive the day they returned.
Draco died this spring at the ripe old age of 18, but my neighbors keep "seeing" him in their back yard at night, and his ghostly appearance sets off the motion sensor lights ... but nothing is there. It had been Draco’s habit in life to streak across their back yard in the middle of the night, and he knew exactly where to hit the yard to set off the sensor lights. They swear that still, often, in the middle of the night he streaks to set off the lights.