Name: Kathy Ryall
E-mail: kbkjwp@peoplepc.com
Date posted: February 19, 2010 - 12:56 pm
Message: I came to live with Dad a year and a half ago when he was diagnosed with dementia. Foxey, a gray,short-hair with yellow eyes, came to live with us last August. He has become Dad's cat, even though I feed and care for him most. Dad spends most days in his gray robe. The two of them match. Dad sits by his big window most of the time, and watches the backyard and the birds. Foxey lays in the chair across from him most of the day, and also watches the yard and the birds. Dad's eyes water a lot. So does Foxey's. Dad sits on a stool next to the furnace register to get some heat. Foxey frequently lays next to the register and stares down it. Dad is a picky eater. Like most cats, so is Foxey. When Dad moves into the living room in the afternoon, Foxey follows to sit on his favorite rocking chair. At night, Foxey runs under Dad's bed and hides while Dad gets ready for bed. Truly, Dad has found a comrade in arms for his last days.

Name: Marlene Goodman
E-mail: kittiesgalore@comcast.net
Date posted: February 18, 2010 - 10:57 pm
Message: Back in 2006 I had heart surgery and when back home, my cat Hirschfeld never wanted to leave my side. He kept laying on my chest as if he wanted to help me heal. But the most remarkable story goes beyond this. The night I came home from my surgery, I had a very vivid dream about apocalypse and darkness outside my home but my home was filled with light - then a wall disappeared and I ventured out into the darkness on a quest. In the distance I saw a bright light and crawled over debris and rubble to reach the light. When I got to it, it was my deceased cat Emile. He rolled over, looked at me and morphed into a newborn female human. I picked up the baby and woke up. Emile appeared in another dream days later.
Three months later I called a friend to meet me for dinner. I picked out a specific restaurant because I just felt like I really wanted to dine there. After my friend and I had finished dining and exited, a little 12 week old kitten was mewing, running around in the parking lot, obviously scared and hungry. It had to have been dumped there. I chased her down and picked up the kitten and at that moment she began to purr. I instantly knew who this was - my cat Emile! He had come back to me as this female kitten, as my dream had foretold! What was my confirmation? Emile's best friend was my other deceased cat Tiffany. The restaurant where I found "Emillia" was the Tiffany Restaurant.

Name: Julie Allen
E-mail: jk9900@juno.com
Date posted: February 18, 2010 - 12:34 pm
Message: I believe every word of this story. My mother died on January 15, 2010. In bed, at her head was Pablo, my 8 year old cat and at her feet, Andy who is 6. A friend came from out of town to visit on January 14. My mother told him not to come the following day. A neighbor came by also and both cats went into the room with her and my mother. I didn't know until after my mother died and my neighbor visited again that she told me both cats were there with my mother. They definitely knew because both cats never got on the bed with my mother at the same time, and it was as if they were telling my friend that she was going to leave us. It was 24 hours later that my mother passed away. I also believe she chose her time once she saw her good friend from out of town.

Name: barbarabreuchert@yahoo.com
E-mail: Private
Date posted: February 18, 2010 - 03:03 am
Message: Very true, the staff reinforcement is great. My pets look after me & my son wheen we are sick. Ive also been informed when my pets were going to passover-- they were very happy that I found them before they left (within an hour often), wagging tails when they barely had strength. Ive had morphing mud puppies to salamanders also tell me when they were chan ging need of water to land environments. Thats kind of weird, yes, even to me. My son and I had a dozen - we didnt know they were supposed to much less going to change, they woke me up several times in my sleep and told me to get them out of the water. Thanks for reminding me of these weird encounters... he was 7yrs that year, he knew how zaney this amphibian communication became.. My son is now 17 and thinks all intuitive-ness, including me, is nuts. I can remind him now that i remember... I think we forget about the things we kjnow nobody else will beleive. thanks

Name: Judy A. Smith
E-mail: judysmith212@yahoo.com
Date posted: February 18, 2010 - 02:56 am
Message: My mother was legally blind and couldn't see if sh tried to look up. My two daughters and I had a black, burmese, cat. To make a long story short, we lived about 6 houses away from my mother. When she came to visit, the cat walked her home, checked out her house and came back home. I wrote a short story about this. If you want to hear the details, let me know. Thanks, Judy Smith (pen name: Shadow Smith)