Max!!!!!

Right. Many of you probably dont't believe in ghosts. I'm gonna tell you all one thing. They are real. It all started when my grandmothers and grandfathers dog Max died, in 2010 October. As soon as I heard this I screamed and cried for hours or maybe even days! I felt as if a part of me had been torn apart, I couldn't enjoy myself ever again, even if I tried. Then I tried to be brave and have some courage as I slept at my grandmothers house that night. She had told me love never dies even if people aren't here anymore. For a treat that night, my best friend Ellie next door to my Grandmother came round. We stayed up chatting that night and I talked about losing Max. After that she went straight onto her pillow. I heard a weird chain sound like Max's lead, I left the room quietly to take a bathroom break. That's when I heard paws coming into my bedroom where my bff was! I heard Ellie wake up and she said she was sure it was Max. "It can't be him though, he's dead now ,OK!" I said.
I felt weird things at my Grandmas ever since, but I've took it an ease on watching horror movies as they get me worked up about Max!
This is a true story please help me come further into this!