When I was about nine, we had to get our cat Jess put down. He had this disease where he was losing all his white bloods cells which by the way help to fight sickness and heal wounds. He got it because he was bitten by another cat. We were all really sad and after we buried him, I wished I could see him one last time. Then a few months later, I was sleeping in my mum's room because dad was working overnight. My mum was asleep but I was wide awake. I heard a purr just like Jess coming from under the bed but I didn't dare look.
Two weeks later, I was down by the garden putting daises on Jess' grave. I finished and was walking back up when I heard a meaow. I glanced over my shoulder and there, walking after me, was Jess. I wasn't sure I saw right but when I looked back, he was gone.
A week later, my auntie came to our house with a new kitten. It had black and white fur and looked JUST LIKE JESS. It was like Jess had sent him down from heaven. I immediately burst into tears. I knew then and there that Jess was up in heaven looking after me! I am 13 now and my cat Sox looks even more like Jess than ever, except for being a little smaller.
I always get the feeling Jess is watching me. At least I got my wish and I feel like with Sox it will last forever!