Our Beloved Bond with Our Pets

If you’ve chosen to share your life with a dog, a cat, or any other companion animal, you know that it’s a very special commitment.  I’ve learned that we agree to be united with these loving beings before we incarnate, and in some cases, we’ve lived through many lifetimes together.  Whether we search for our animal companions, or they find us, we’re always meant to be together because we’re “soul family.”

Our pets are dependent on us for their needs, and in exchange they give us unconditional love.  They become not only our loyal companions, but also members of our family.  It’s no coincidence dog spelled backwards is God.  God planned it that way.

Since cat spelled backwards is “tac,” I guess God wasn’t as fond of cats.  LOL  So, I’ve chosen to make “TAC” an acronym for “Totally Affectionate Companion” because I’ve found that both dogs and cats can be equally as affectionate.  My very first cat was more than just a pet to me.  She was my “soul mate,” a kindred spirit with whom I shared an amazing bond of love.  She took half of my heart with her when she crossed over to the other side.

I didn’t start out as a “cat person,” but as I became fond of a friend’s cat and then unexpectedly ended up fostering baby kittens, I gradually fell in love with felines.  In 1997, I made the decision to adopt a kitten.  I chose an 8-week old, female, light gray tabby, and I named her Pookie.  She was a bit of a handful as a kitten, but as she got older, she turned into my “comfort kitty” who would gaze at me lovingly with her soulful, green eyes while she gently placed her paw on my cheek and softly meowed, “Maaa” which was her way of saying, “I love you, Mom.”  I loved her more than life itself.

I had been told indoor cats could live to be 20 years old, but sadly, Pookie only made it to 13.  In the spring of 2011, she was diagnosed with intestinal cancer.  There was little that could be done, and it was hard to watch her deteriorate.  I decided that we would make it through Mother’s Day together, and I would take her to be euthanized the following day.  It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life, but I didn’t want her to suffer.

That final night, I knew I wouldn’t get much sleep, if any, so I decided to curl up next to Pookie on the living room floor.  I was devastated when she found the energy to get up and move away from me.  Although Pookie was very weak from dehydration, I placed boxes around the bed just in case she tried to get under it which would prevent me from taking her to the vet.  Feeling depressed and exhausted, I went to bed with my cat, Baby, lying next to me, and I finally fell asleep.

I woke up around 4 a.m. and saw what I thought was Baby in the middle of the bed, but when I looked a little closer, I realized it was Pookie!  She knew this was our last night together, and her frail, little 5-pound body was no match for her determination to be next to me!  She mustered up every ounce of strength that she had to walk into the bedroom and climb up and over the boxes to get on the bed with me!  I couldn’t believe she'd been able to do that!  It was truly a testament to the power of love! 

Since my mom had been able to show me signs from Heaven, I figured there was no reason Pookie couldn’t do it too.  So, before I took Pookie to the vet, I said aloud to her, “Pookie, the main number you’ll need to show me is “797” because that’s your month and year of birth.  When I see that, I’ll know it’s you letting me know you’re okay.” There was no doubt in my mind that she knew exactly what I was asking of her.

Four days after I said goodbye to Pookie, as I was on my way to work, a car drove past me with a license plate that had no letters and only the numbers “797” on it!  I knew immediately it was Pookie’s sign!  I happily said, “Pookie, it’s you!  Thank you!”  Then, a truck came alongside me, and I looked over to see a big picture of a leaping cat on the truck’s door, similar to the Puma logo.  I knew that was another sign from Pookie letting me know that she was moving up in the afterlife.  I cannot express the joy that was in my heart at that moment!

The reason I’m sharing this story with you is to let you know that your pet’s soul survives the death of their physical body and that the love you share never dies.  It remains within the collective consciousness of the universe, and it’s that love that keeps us connected.  It’s my hope that this knowledge will not only bring you comfort, but also will inspire you to be open to Heavenly signs from your beloved pet.

With love, light, and angel blessings,

Michelle