Pets
Related: About this forumHave you ever experienced your recently deceased pet's spirit
in your home soon after it died? Have you heard, seen or felt anything that your pet used to do while it was still alive? Was is comforting and not spooky?
The Blue Flower
(5,442 posts)We had a mean little cat that we named Bunny because we adopted her on Easter day. She used to attack feet and ankles whenever one of us walked across a room. We lived on a street with a steep grade on Oahu, so the home lots were terraced. She used to walk on the top of the concrete-block wall between our backyard and the one next to (below) us. She did that to torment the two big dogs that were penned up beneath her. Drove them crazy, and she did it every time she was back there. The day came, as it had to, when the door to the pen was open and she fell. No more Bunny.
A couple of days later, I was putting my 6 year old daughter to bed in her lower bunk-bed. We both felt Bunny jump onto the top bed as she always did at bed time. It was such a solid bump, I straightened up to see if she was actually there. She wasn't.
procon
(15,805 posts)5 days later, I saw a kitten sitting on the stone. The kitty was the same -- exact! -- mitted lynx color as our old Tiki. The resemblance was eerily remarklable and I thought Tiki had somehow returned, risen from the grave, as they say. It gave me quite a start.
We live in a rural area and that little kitten couldn't have just wandered over from a neighboring house. We live on a private road, making it unlikely that anyone would drive all the way down a dirt road just to dump off an unwanted kitten. He was so young, I can't see how he found his way to our house.
Of course we kept him, what are the odds of so many coincidences? We were delighted to have him because it seemed like Tiki had sent him to us. Frosty is now a big phat cat, a clown, a kisser and a cuddler, and he makes us laugh, so I'd say he is a great comfort.
Stonepounder
(4,033 posts)After we had to let our Dulcinea go due to cancer we were devastated. Several days later I felt her SO strongly. Her spirit had come back to say goodbye and let us know that she was OK now. And yes it was comforting. Hated for her to go, but knew she was OK and that we had done the right thing at the right time sending her to the Bridge.
I wasn't sure that I believed in any sort of 'left after death' before, now I am leaning in that direction much more strongly.
Kajun Gal
(1,907 posts)sinkingfeeling
(51,457 posts)her grave. I only spied it a single time. That was eerie.
The rest come to me in dreams.
I miss them all.
kimbutgar
(21,148 posts)The cat was like a dog. When it died the next few days I felt that cat with me in the kitchen while I was cooking like when it was alive. He was underfoot but not aggressively.
ChazInAz
(2,569 posts)Tiny Koshka, who'd drape her brindled body along the length of my thigh, head on my knee, and fall asleep. Sometimes, while sitting on our favorite couch, I feel her there.
Pierre Yang, an enormous Siamese, whose thunderous, drooling purrs I sometimes catch faintly.
Boris Kotenko Mitlov still peeks shyly around corners, looking for me, glimpsed out of the corner of my eye sometimes.
My current two: Hastur The Unspeakable and Natasha Krospina I Empress of All The Cats are also aware of them.
woodsprite
(11,915 posts)We were sitting at the kitchen table remembering the good times. It was summer, so we just had the inside door open and the screen door latched. My dad said when he died, he'd like to come back as a bird. Just at that moment, a cat (white, black and brown markings) jumped up on our back porch and started pawing and climbing our screen door, yowling like he/she wanted in. Wasn't our cat - we didn't have one. As far as we knew none of our neighbors had cats except the little old lady next door who had an old deaf persian cat she kept shaved down. It definitely wasn't that one. Made us jump out of our skins, but we made the comment that Barney must have come back as a cat.
phylny
(8,380 posts)Especially with our first, Kelly, I heard her all around the house after she died. It was real to me.
The night after our Jack died, I had a dream that was vivid and enjoyable. I was sitting on the couch at my dad's house (so funny that so many dreams are at my childhood home where my dad still lives) and Jack jumped up on my lap. I said, "My BOY is here, my BOY!" like I always did to him. Then I asked him to stay a bit and not to go away. He stayed with me and my dream continued. My hands ran over his fur and it felt real and exactly like him.
I've had a few other dreams where Jack, Abby, and Kelly visit. It's always comforting.
fleur-de-lisa
(14,624 posts)He is alway young and healthy in my dreams, and crazy as ever.
That's it. No sensing of his presence while I'm awake, for which I am glad. I wouldn't want him wandering around aimlessly.
japple
(9,825 posts)and start kneading the covers, turning around and settling in for the night as always.
demigoddess
(6,641 posts)Last edited Sun Sep 2, 2018, 05:57 PM - Edit history (1)
one cat- on the back of my legs and kneading them just like he did while alive, only once
second cat- laid next to my leg in bed in the morning while my husband took his shower, just like he always did- for 3 weeks or so
third cat- once, he showed up next to the bed and second cat went bounding off with him. Never felt either of them again. Real buddies so they had to be together in heaven.
have felt humans and animals and have never been afraid.
a la izquierda
(11,795 posts)I always liked it.