Visited by the Spirit of My Sweet Pepe

My neighbor's daughter's dog Hank bounded to me down the hallway, and I petted him as I do with all dogs because I love them, all of them. But after taking a closer look at him, he looked just like my dog Pepe who passed away at the end of August at the ripe old age of 17-1/2 years. I gasped as I looked at his face shape and those round brown eyes that looked up at me just like Pepe did. Hank was black, Pepe was sort of a salt and pepper charcoal color, full of spunk and personality. This dog was a tiny bit subdued, but his looks even the splash of white across his chest was just like Pepe's. I dropped down to the floor fighting tears as I petted him memories flooding back. His body shape was the same and the back of his distinctive head of a terrior/cocker spaniel mix that I used to rough up and tease was uncanny. Hank turned around so I'd pet him and then rolled on his back showing me his belly to rub - ahhh, I was visited by the spirit of my beloved Pepe and was given the chance to "play" with him once again. Sniff, I miss my sweet Pepe...