I lost my beloved cat, Willie, 7 months ago on Wednesday. She was 17 years old and I miss her terribly. I adopted a pair of cats a month ago and I've had trouble accepting that Willie isn't angry that I've brought more cats into my life. I know she is gone and I have accepted that, but I often feel like I'm betraying her and her memory because I adopted again. Willie and I were very attached to each other and I truly believe she wasn't ready to go, but cancer doesn't care.
My family are big believers that when a loved one dies they will visit you in your dreams. I've had several loved ones come to me in my dreams and my mom had her mom visit her in a series of dreams that pushed her to get a mammogram that found her breast cancer (thankfully stage 1). I didn't get a visit from Willie until September and in the dream she was lying on my chest like she always did and purring. It felt so real because I swear I could really hear her purrs. I woke up nearly in tears when I realized it wasn't real. A few nights ago I had another dream about Willie and this time she was purring again and curled up in the crook of my arm (again something she always did). The dream made me feel a little better about adopting Remy and Maisie. It felt like Willie was saying, "I know you still love me, it's okay to keep loving."
Have you had dream visits from cats that you have lost? How do they make you feel?
My family are big believers that when a loved one dies they will visit you in your dreams. I've had several loved ones come to me in my dreams and my mom had her mom visit her in a series of dreams that pushed her to get a mammogram that found her breast cancer (thankfully stage 1). I didn't get a visit from Willie until September and in the dream she was lying on my chest like she always did and purring. It felt so real because I swear I could really hear her purrs. I woke up nearly in tears when I realized it wasn't real. A few nights ago I had another dream about Willie and this time she was purring again and curled up in the crook of my arm (again something she always did). The dream made me feel a little better about adopting Remy and Maisie. It felt like Willie was saying, "I know you still love me, it's okay to keep loving."
Have you had dream visits from cats that you have lost? How do they make you feel?