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
With love, light, and angel blessings,
Michelle
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