I was on duty as a security officer for a financial call center when I noticed a cat that was killed and was laying in the front yard of the property. He appeared to have been hit by a car.
After laying him to rest (and a good half hour of bawling my eyes out), I was inside a vacant office suite talking to a friend of mine about what just happened when I thought I heard one of her cats meowing in the background. I asked her "Ahh which kitty witty just said hi?" My friend said that both of the cats were asleep in the window. I asked if she was sure of this, and she said they were both sleeping in the window.
We were both perplexed by this and my friend said that it might have been the cat I just laid to rest a few minutes before. I was comforted, knowing that "Shortstop or "Shorty" was ok and was saying thank you to me for taking the time to properly lay him to rest. I never spoke to anyone about the encounter in the vacant suite, but I know that Shorty still comes around me from time to time.
In September of 2016 I had just recently put my horse Aztec to sleep after losing a battle with a hindgut fissure. I was devastated. About a week or two later I had a dream that I was inside a slaughterhouse where I was going toe to toe with the plant manager. Just as the man I was arguing with started to take a swing at me, Aztec materialized (he was dead in the dream) in full form with red eyes and he was angry. He reared up on his back legs, bringing both his front hooves down on top of the plant manager's head, killing him. After the upheaval ended, I was able to hug Aztec around the neck like I always did before he vanished from sight. On the floor in front of me, there were two bloody hoof prints.
I woke up in the morning, convinced that my horse watches over me. I have had sensations where I have smelled the scent of horses while in the middle of a security shift at 1:00 in the morning.