My Charlie died on 2-23-09, and today marks 14 weeks since his death.
This morning, as every morning, my alarm went off at 5:30 am, and I always hit the snooze 1 time. Well this morning I slept through the alarm until almost 6. I turned off clock, I was awake, but not up, and as plain as day, I saw my cat Charlie sitting on the foot of my bed looking at me.
As fast as my brain tried to process what I was seeing, he was gone. But from that moment on I felt a peace I had not felt in months. I saw with my own two eyes, my cat sitting right there. Now I know he is ok, and he let me get one more look, and he's gone. Now he can rest in peace, sweet Charlie.
As this is one cat who fought a battle for over a year of his short 2 years of life. He saw 4 vets who could not find anything wrong, but yet he was sick. After many tests, and meds, still nothing had changed, but he pushed on until his vet said it was time, and on that day in Feb, I let him cross over the bridge. It was not until after his death that I obtained his medical records, and low and behold, it plainly stated that my cat was ok, and the vets lied to me. This is why I think he came back today to let me know the he's ok and he doesn't blame me for what the vets told me. God rest your soul lil buddy, mama will always love you.