I fully acknowledge that this may sound crazy, but none of you told me I'd lost it the las5t time something like this happenned, so...
Tomorrow is the anniversary of my
Cotton’s passing.
Today, two years ago, was the day my big buddy rallied one last time and had his last ‘normal’ day. After a long illness, he suddenly seemed to revive and go about doing all the things he regularly did, just like normal, before he passed.
This morning I was woken up in the dark by a cat climbing on to my pillow and laying down above my head. I sighed, wondering who picked that trick up since none of my cats since Cotton has done it (he used to sleep on my head constantly). When I put a hand up, all I found was empty pillow and the feeling of a cat was gone. Weird, but I was only half awake, so I put my hand back down and clearly felt/heard a cat walk up the edge of the bed, step onto my night table and drink my leftover water (something else my big buddy always used to do), then step onto my pillow and walk across it to lay on my head. This time I tried not to move too much, but looked around and I could clearly see Sybil sitting in the window, Wendel on Mike’s feet and feel Freya tucked behind my knees...and there was still a cat on my head, who had started to purr in a quiet rumble.
Since I’ve seen Cotton a few times since his passing, I figured it must be him deciding to have another “normal” moment, so I told him it was too early and I wasn’t getting up yet, then went back to sleep with what very well may have been a ghost cat on my head.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of my
Today, two years ago, was the day my big buddy rallied one last time and had his last ‘normal’ day. After a long illness, he suddenly seemed to revive and go about doing all the things he regularly did, just like normal, before he passed.
This morning I was woken up in the dark by a cat climbing on to my pillow and laying down above my head. I sighed, wondering who picked that trick up since none of my cats since Cotton has done it (he used to sleep on my head constantly). When I put a hand up, all I found was empty pillow and the feeling of a cat was gone. Weird, but I was only half awake, so I put my hand back down and clearly felt/heard a cat walk up the edge of the bed, step onto my night table and drink my leftover water (something else my big buddy always used to do), then step onto my pillow and walk across it to lay on my head. This time I tried not to move too much, but looked around and I could clearly see Sybil sitting in the window, Wendel on Mike’s feet and feel Freya tucked behind my knees...and there was still a cat on my head, who had started to purr in a quiet rumble.
Since I’ve seen Cotton a few times since his passing, I figured it must be him deciding to have another “normal” moment, so I told him it was too early and I wasn’t getting up yet, then went back to sleep with what very well may have been a ghost cat on my head.
