Every once in while, me or my husband will get a whiff of cigarette smoke. We mention it to each other when we do. If I smell it I’m sure it’s my mom and when he smell’s it he’s sure it’s his mom. We never smell it at the same time.
About a week ago I was at work and I smelled my dog Shelby. She used to lay on my chest and pant in my face and I could smell her breath. It was always warm and sweet. Comforting I guess. I smelled her breath at my desk. Of course I told hubby about it when I got home and he didn’t doubt me at all.