About 2 years ago, a beloved cat named Big Mama passed away. She belonged to my aunt and 2 cousins, but was loved by the whole family. She was the sweetest cat I've ever encountered. Before I tell the supernatural part of this story, I feel I have to tell you how amazing Mama was.
Originally, when I was about 7, my aunt's brother had to get rid of her because he couldn't take care of her in his new home he was moving to. So she took her, changed her name from Chewy (short for Chewbaca, or however you spell that Star Wars character) to Big Mama, and brought home the most beautiful cat in the world.
She was a calico cat, colored orange, brown, white and black, and she was really fluffy. She would do all sorts of tricks to make us laugh and loved to cuddle and be petted.
A few years after, my cousin wanted another cat, which she brought home. Her name was Tweety. She was black, slinky, and had an attitude problem. She was always hissing and clawing at everyone. Big Mama was scared of her, and I don't blame her; she scared me, too!
Eventually the two got used to each other and a couple times we'd catch them cuddling together. Years later when Tweety would give birth to her first litter of kittens, Big Mama would watch the birth and then come meowing to my aunt to alert her: the kittens were here! As the kittens got older, Big Mama "assisted" Tweety in mothering. She'd play with the kittens and not make a peep when they would crawl all over her.
Big Mama started to get sick, and it turned out to be a kidney stone. She had trouble going to the bathroom and when she did she would bleed. The doctors fixed her up and slowly she began to heal. She started to gain weight after that, and we always joked how her name fit her perfectly because she was "fat kitty..." She loved to roll on her back and have her tummy rubbed, making her look like a round furball. It was so cute, she was so cute.
About two years after her surgery Big Mama started losing all her weight and wouldn't eat too much. She didn't even play anymore, she would just lounge around the house. Then one day she was gone. I remember it was in the summer, in August. My aunt found her behind the tv, or under the bed; I forget which.
Two days after her death, still not believing she was gone. I decided to pay my cousin a visit after giving her some space to grieve. We were sitting in her sister's room reminiscing about Big Mama and how much we already missed her.
My cousin told me later that night on the day she died, she was laying in bed not able to sleep, still sad over Big Mama's death. All of a sudden she felt her walking on her bed and on her legs, just like she used to do when she was alive and wanted to cuddle next to you to sleep. My cousin said she was freaked out to see the blankets move and feel her paws but it was comforting.
I was thinking about this, when all of a sudden I heard Big Mama jump off the kitchen table like she used to all the time. My heart beat a million miles an hour and I looked at my cousin who grinned at me. "See? She came to visit," she said. I was amazed, and comforted because it was a bittersweet day. I had just found out my dad had cancer and it was raining that day but the sun was also shining. It was a beautiful sight, and it was almost as if Big Mama came to say she was okay and that everything would be alright.
That night I cried, and realized she was in Heaven where she belonged. We haven't gotten anymore visits from her since that day, but I know she's here still playing and sleeping and waiting to have her tummy rubbed.
Rest in peace Big Mama. I love and miss you. Xoxo.