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Hello Gang!
I wanted to share this with everyone. I posted this over at GhostStudy too.
I lost my beloved kitty, Shiloh, at the age of 19 on Christmas morning. Even though I had known in my heart that her time was near.
I lost Twinkie Cat 3 years ago, Snickers last March and when I moved in with my boyfriend ScoobyCat got out of his basement window and ran away. Which left me with my 12 year old tabby Tickle. I was still depressed about ScoobyCat and worried about Tickle and knew that Shiloh wouldnt be with me much longer.
My cats mean the world to me, they are like my children. It was Christmas morning and I was awakend by Shiloh's pitiful meowing. I went into the bedroom that my boyfriend let me have for my own domain (for meditating, and a place to put all of my clothes and crystals, etc.). Tickle and Shiloh both have a pet bed in the room. I walked into the room and Shiloh is laying in the bed. I knew when I saw her and heard that meow that this was the end. I sat down on the floor and picked up my sweet baby and she stopped meowing and started purring. She snuggled up to me almost in a way that I can only describe as frantic. I then felt her slipping away, I mean I actually "felt" it in my heart and within five minutes she was gone. Well, I lost it completly. I screamed, NO GOD, not my Shiloh too. My boyfriend then came running into my room wondering what in the world was wrong. He had to pry Shiloh from my hands and take her away. I was devastated, I had Shiloh since she was 8 weeks old and she would have been 20 in February.
I knew this was coming but I still wasn't prepared. For a long long time I had always wanted a Himalayan kitty cat but, I already had several cats and they were a handful. Well, two days later I was cleaning the house and the door bell rang. I answered the door and there was 2 little girls and the one asked me if I had lost a black and white cat. My heart dropped! I said yes, I lost my black and white cat about 3 weeks ago. They said they would go home and get the cat and bring it to me. About 10 minutes later they were at the door with the cat wrapped in a towel like a baby. I saw the cat and my heart sank, it wasn't ScoobyCat but a BEAUTIFUL little Himalayan cat that looked to be about 3 months old. I said, no, this is not my cat but it is beautiful. They proceeded to tell me that their mom and dad rented their house and were not allowed to have animals and the cat had been at their back door for over a week. The little girls had been feeding the cat and searched the entire subdivision and could not find the owners and they were so afraid for the littl cat because it was going to get real cold that night and didn't want it left outside anymore and they asked me if I wanted the cat. Well, I jumped on this so fast! I felt so bad because I litterally snatched the little cat out of the one girls hand. They made me promise that if they found the owner (they were going to continue to look) that I would have to give it back, which I fully agreed to.
About a week went by and I had been racking my brain trying to think of a name for this little beauty that had just came into my life. One night I went to bed still trying to think of a name. I fell asleep and had this strange dream. In the dream I was in this enormous temple filled with gold and jade. I heard cats meowing and I could see a big throne at the far end of the temple. I walked to the throne and sitting there on the throne was Shiloh and my new kitty and beside the throne was this lady that appears in a lot of my dreams (I think she is one of my guides, she has been in dreams that I have had about Twinkie). I look at Shiloh and she stands up jumps down from the throne and walks to the lady and jumps in her arms. I then "felt" Shiloh in my heart and heard her in my head, she was telling me that this was my new baby, she said not to worry about her because she was happy with Twinkie, Snickers and ScoobyCat and then her and the lady disappeared. I look back to the throne and the new little cat has a gold collar on him with a little Budha pendant dangling from it. Well, I knew then in my dream that Shiloh had sent my new kitty to me and also helped me name him.
When I woke up that morning I was still sad about Shiloh and ScoobyCat but knew that they are still with me but I was not grief stricken any longer.
Since that dream I have been seeing bright flashes of white light most of the time I see Budha playing with something that only he can see and I will catch a glimpse of that white flash of light near him and he just goes BAZEERK!, LOL!
I would love to hear some opinions from others here. And anyone that loses a beloved pet just know that they are still with you and they can come back and visit.
Take care,
I wanted to share this with everyone. I posted this over at GhostStudy too.
I lost my beloved kitty, Shiloh, at the age of 19 on Christmas morning. Even though I had known in my heart that her time was near.
I lost Twinkie Cat 3 years ago, Snickers last March and when I moved in with my boyfriend ScoobyCat got out of his basement window and ran away. Which left me with my 12 year old tabby Tickle. I was still depressed about ScoobyCat and worried about Tickle and knew that Shiloh wouldnt be with me much longer.
My cats mean the world to me, they are like my children. It was Christmas morning and I was awakend by Shiloh's pitiful meowing. I went into the bedroom that my boyfriend let me have for my own domain (for meditating, and a place to put all of my clothes and crystals, etc.). Tickle and Shiloh both have a pet bed in the room. I walked into the room and Shiloh is laying in the bed. I knew when I saw her and heard that meow that this was the end. I sat down on the floor and picked up my sweet baby and she stopped meowing and started purring. She snuggled up to me almost in a way that I can only describe as frantic. I then felt her slipping away, I mean I actually "felt" it in my heart and within five minutes she was gone. Well, I lost it completly. I screamed, NO GOD, not my Shiloh too. My boyfriend then came running into my room wondering what in the world was wrong. He had to pry Shiloh from my hands and take her away. I was devastated, I had Shiloh since she was 8 weeks old and she would have been 20 in February.
I knew this was coming but I still wasn't prepared. For a long long time I had always wanted a Himalayan kitty cat but, I already had several cats and they were a handful. Well, two days later I was cleaning the house and the door bell rang. I answered the door and there was 2 little girls and the one asked me if I had lost a black and white cat. My heart dropped! I said yes, I lost my black and white cat about 3 weeks ago. They said they would go home and get the cat and bring it to me. About 10 minutes later they were at the door with the cat wrapped in a towel like a baby. I saw the cat and my heart sank, it wasn't ScoobyCat but a BEAUTIFUL little Himalayan cat that looked to be about 3 months old. I said, no, this is not my cat but it is beautiful. They proceeded to tell me that their mom and dad rented their house and were not allowed to have animals and the cat had been at their back door for over a week. The little girls had been feeding the cat and searched the entire subdivision and could not find the owners and they were so afraid for the littl cat because it was going to get real cold that night and didn't want it left outside anymore and they asked me if I wanted the cat. Well, I jumped on this so fast! I felt so bad because I litterally snatched the little cat out of the one girls hand. They made me promise that if they found the owner (they were going to continue to look) that I would have to give it back, which I fully agreed to.
About a week went by and I had been racking my brain trying to think of a name for this little beauty that had just came into my life. One night I went to bed still trying to think of a name. I fell asleep and had this strange dream. In the dream I was in this enormous temple filled with gold and jade. I heard cats meowing and I could see a big throne at the far end of the temple. I walked to the throne and sitting there on the throne was Shiloh and my new kitty and beside the throne was this lady that appears in a lot of my dreams (I think she is one of my guides, she has been in dreams that I have had about Twinkie). I look at Shiloh and she stands up jumps down from the throne and walks to the lady and jumps in her arms. I then "felt" Shiloh in my heart and heard her in my head, she was telling me that this was my new baby, she said not to worry about her because she was happy with Twinkie, Snickers and ScoobyCat and then her and the lady disappeared. I look back to the throne and the new little cat has a gold collar on him with a little Budha pendant dangling from it. Well, I knew then in my dream that Shiloh had sent my new kitty to me and also helped me name him.
When I woke up that morning I was still sad about Shiloh and ScoobyCat but knew that they are still with me but I was not grief stricken any longer.
Since that dream I have been seeing bright flashes of white light most of the time I see Budha playing with something that only he can see and I will catch a glimpse of that white flash of light near him and he just goes BAZEERK!, LOL!
I would love to hear some opinions from others here. And anyone that loses a beloved pet just know that they are still with you and they can come back and visit.
Take care,
I am so sorry for your loss. I has a special kitty once too and when she passed it was very painful. Some animals I think are given to us for a reason. And I know that your dreams are a way of communicating to you that your new kitty was definately sent to you. Let us know how things go with your new friend.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
What a beautiful story. I'm sorry about you losing your friends but to be so in touch with life and everything to have a new kitty come to you and have that dream. It's simply beautiful.
Thanks for sharing that. (It was a nice boost for a Monday morning =) ).
Buddha is such a cool name for a cat. Especially a Himalyan.
Bless you and your new friend.
What a beautiful story. I'm sorry about you losing your friends but to be so in touch with life and everything to have a new kitty come to you and have that dream. It's simply beautiful.
Thanks for sharing that. (It was a nice boost for a Monday morning =) ).
Buddha is such a cool name for a cat. Especially a Himalyan.
Bless you and your new friend.
Luna, that was such a beautiful story.
Yes, your kitty is back with you! when my sweet girl GizzySue died she came back and terrorized her brother Champer. She was born with hydrocpehalus and actually lived to be 5 years old. Towards the end things got bad and one day she had a lucid moment and came to me.......I knew it was time.It was Dec 8 1992 when I had to lay her down.
Champer had not been too nice when she got very ill towards the end. I guess that is the way of animals. anyway- she came back. Champer would see something we could not and run in terror. He deserved it too. Her little legs that could not run in life sure did a bang up job in the spirit!! We laughed.
Ya know, she was such a little lady. She would want to wear my pearls! So pretty they were on her. She would roll all over magazines with those perfume inserts and I kept a rosewater spray just for her to wear.
when she had her first vet checkup the vet said I might want to think about having her put to sleep righ then because Gizzy would eventually have seizures- to wit I replied- "maybe we should make an appointment the same day for me too because I have epilepsy". I bet the vet never ever said that again to anyone.
She had a good life and was loved and is still missed. My precious little lady!
sudog
[ January 14, 2002: Message edited by: sundog ]
Yes, your kitty is back with you! when my sweet girl GizzySue died she came back and terrorized her brother Champer. She was born with hydrocpehalus and actually lived to be 5 years old. Towards the end things got bad and one day she had a lucid moment and came to me.......I knew it was time.It was Dec 8 1992 when I had to lay her down.
Champer had not been too nice when she got very ill towards the end. I guess that is the way of animals. anyway- she came back. Champer would see something we could not and run in terror. He deserved it too. Her little legs that could not run in life sure did a bang up job in the spirit!! We laughed.
Ya know, she was such a little lady. She would want to wear my pearls! So pretty they were on her. She would roll all over magazines with those perfume inserts and I kept a rosewater spray just for her to wear.
when she had her first vet checkup the vet said I might want to think about having her put to sleep righ then because Gizzy would eventually have seizures- to wit I replied- "maybe we should make an appointment the same day for me too because I have epilepsy". I bet the vet never ever said that again to anyone.
She had a good life and was loved and is still missed. My precious little lady!
sudog
[ January 14, 2002: Message edited by: sundog ]
Luna, this was a very touching story. Our babies don't forget us when they pass over. I have always felt that our sweet animal companions never live long enough. It must have been so hard for you to say goodbye.
Sundog, you had a very short time with your little lady, but I am glad that she has visited. I believe that they all return to the place where they were loved, just to check in, and let us know that they are OK. I'll bet that vet is more careful about not suggesting euthanasia for seizures any more! Our old beagle, Chelsea, had seizures, and she was on medication for them most of her life.... and she lived to be 17. We never loved her less, or considered her special needs a bother or a burden. She was one of the family.
Hugs,
azspirit
Sundog, you had a very short time with your little lady, but I am glad that she has visited. I believe that they all return to the place where they were loved, just to check in, and let us know that they are OK. I'll bet that vet is more careful about not suggesting euthanasia for seizures any more! Our old beagle, Chelsea, had seizures, and she was on medication for them most of her life.... and she lived to be 17. We never loved her less, or considered her special needs a bother or a burden. She was one of the family.
Hugs,
azspirit