I lost my cat of seven years on Labor Day of last year. My wife went downstairs to grab a DVD for some kids who were at the house and found her lying on the ground dead. It was truly devastating. She slept with me every night for seven years.
I buried her in my backyard under a beautiful rose bush and some stone work. We don't know what happened and I didn't want a necropsy because I didn't want them to cut her open.
Last Sunday I was lying in bed by myself watching TV around 3:30 am, when I felt her jump on the bed and walk across my chest. She went to my left arm where she usually slept curled up and I reached for her and she was gone. I couldn't see her only feel her weight and the smooth coat of hers on the edge of my right hand. She was just gone, I bawled my eyes out.
The night after that I was laying in bed and I heard her crying in the room next to our bedroom, which also made me cry.
But today, I was playing my drums in our basement, out of the corner of my left eye I saw her shadow jump across the concrete wall about 10 feet away from me. I didn't think much of it until she did it again about 15 seconds later, then I knew something was going on. But I kept playing to see if she would do it again and sure enough she did, 4 or 5 times.
This scared me for some reason, I wasn't scares while she was on me but her shadow had a different effect, I had to leave the basement. But before I did I told her she was scaring me and I didn't like it. I miss her so much and that's the first paranormal experience that I had seen with my own eyes. She's here, and I want her here, I guess I will just have to get used to it.