A few days from the day I'm writing this (February 25th) marks the one year anniversary of the passing my beloved Bermin cat, Petra. Petra was homeless and wondering a busy highway when my mom and I saw her and took her home; I was seventeen or eighteen at the time. For six years, I had this beautiful cat and absolutely loved her, but, in January of last year, she started to get sick. By the end, she couldn't even stand (despite being on various medications her vet thought would help her recover) and on February twenty-fifth we lost her.
Around this time, none of my family could walk past the bar stool she liked to nap on, because we all swore we still saw her there; all of us mistaking it for grief, but now I'm not sure. For almost a year now, I still see the same shade of greyish-cream fur against the black leather occasionally when I walk past, and almost always brush it off as still missing her. But, tonight, as I was walking back to my bedroom after my shower to get ready for bed, I saw the same greyish-cream color out of the corner of my eye as I passed the black, leather computer chair in the second floor lounge area. I thought I saw the color wrong and reached out to pet my still-living cat, Stark (Who is a brown Tabby) but came in contact with nothing.
I used the light on my phone, assuming I'd just reached into the wrong spot, but found the chair empty. I've started to think that maybe Petra still likes to check up on her family, knowing we all still feel guilty that we couldn't do anything else to save her (even though we've all tried to find solace in the fact that we saved her from certain death all of those years ago and gave her a good life for those six years) and wants us to know that she's alright. I want to know, do animals still look after their loved ones even after they pass?