In my last blog entry, I told you about the amazing bond I had with my first cat, Pookie, and how only a few days after her death, she showed me “signs from Heaven” to let me know that she was still with me.
Now, I’d like to tell you about my second cat, Buddy, who showed me "signs from Heaven" on the very same day he left the physical world this past January. He was a 16-year-old orange tabby who had a personality that was larger than life, even up until the end. I wasn’t looking for a second cat, but Buddy found me at just two weeks of age. He was so small and helpless … he fit in the palm of my hand. I became his foster mom, and he became my bottle baby. Needless to say, it was a bonding experience, and there was no way I was going to give him up after I’d fostered him because he'd found a place in my heart.
I knew Pookie wasn’t crazy about another cat moving in, but Buddy was there to stay. Pookie was nine months old when Buddy arrived, so luckily, she hadn’t had me to herself for too long. It ended up working out fine. Buddy knew he was in “second place,” and we were a happy family of three.
Buddy was such a character. He grew from a tiny kitten into a fairly large 20-pound cat. He had big saucer eyes, an inquisitive face, and very unique vocalizations. Buddy had a wide variety of meows. There were times he’d actually say, “Meow,” and other times he’d sound like a dolphin. He was very friendly and loved to play, even in his final days. Buddy charmed everyone who came into the house, rubbing his chin on them and meowing his way into their hearts.
At the end of his life, Buddy weighed less than 8 pounds. He still looked okay on the outside, but inside his kidneys were failing. Unfortunately, Buddy was not a cat who willingly tolerated any treatments. While he was sweet and loving at home, he turned into a hissing and growling monster at the vet’s office. Those vet visits would be extremely stressful for both of us.
Buddy had been diagnosed with kidney disease in early 2014. It’s a very common disease in older cats, and it causes them to become very dehydrated and lethargic. Their kidneys gradually lose their ability to flush the toxins out of their bodies. I had read that the “end stage” was gruesome so I wasn’t going to let it get to that point. I wasn’t going to let Buddy suffer. As long as he had a quality of life, I would do whatever I could to help him.
The vet told me that cats could live with kidney disease for a year or more if they received regular subcutaneous fluid injections. Since I knew Buddy wasn’t going to sit there while I stuck a needle in him, I figured his days were numbered, but the vet prescribed a powder called Epakitin to lower his phosphorus level, and it seemed to work like some sort of miracle cure!
For many months, with only a few visits to the vet, Buddy continued to have a good quality of life. You never would have known anything was wrong with him. He was doing just as well as my other cat who was receiving fluids every other day! I firmly believe that the Epakitin powder kept Buddy alive for almost a year after his diagnosis.
There would be times I’d take him to the vet thinking it was the end, and he would be hospitalized for two to three days with IV fluids and would make a remarkable comeback. As I mentioned, Buddy was hospitalized on several occasions. The fluids would flush the toxins out of his system, and his blood work would return to normal. While I hated to put him through the stress of the vet visits, it was worth it to have the additional time with him and to see him retain his quality of life.
In January, Buddy didn’t make a comeback from his hospitalization. His blood work was virtually unchanged, the “miracle” powder wasn’t helping, and he didn't want to eat or drink. I knew it was time to make that fateful call to the vet, and I reluctantly made his euthanasia appointment for the following day. That night, I told Buddy about the “signs” he could show me, and I told him he was going to Heaven to be with Pookie.
The next morning, I put Buddy in the carrier for the last time. On the way to the vet, there was an unusual silence. Buddy normally cried every time I took him to the vet, but this time he didn’t make a sound. When I took him inside, it wasn’t long before the familiar Buddy came out … the growling started. He was not going to go willingly.
The assistant suggested she take him back to give him a sedative, and I agreed. I didn’t know they were going to give him THE sedative. When she brought Buddy back into the room wrapped in a heated towel, he was out of it, but he was still breathing, and I knew he could hear me, so I told him how much I loved him, and I prayed to the angels to keep Buddy calm and to give him a smooth transition to Heaven. I also asked Pookie and my parents to greet him, and I asked my mom to hold onto him for me. It wasn’t long before the vet came in to administer the final shot. I was ready, and I truly believe Buddy was ready. He had fought a good fight, but the time had come.
After the vet said Buddy had passed, he told me to take as much time as I needed as he closed the door. I leaned over the table covering Buddy’s lifeless body with my chest, and I softly cried. I continued to tell Buddy how much I loved him, and I continued to pray to the angels. I must’ve stayed in that position for at least 45 minutes, all the while talking to Buddy and praying to the angels while tears gently streamed down my face.
When I got home, I decided to sit outside on my balcony near my hummingbird feeder. I don’t normally ask for signs, but when I sat down, I asked aloud, “Buddy, will you bring me a hummingbird?” No sooner had I gotten the words out of mouth when a hummingbird appeared! I couldn’t believe it! Then, I realized I didn’t have my phone with me, so I quickly went inside to get my phone so I could take a picture. I love to document signs when I can, and I knew this wasn’t a coincidence.
I sat back down and said aloud, “Buddy, I want to get a picture of the hummingbird. Can you bring it back?” Again, immediately, the hummingbird showed up, but this time it didn’t go straight to the feeder. It stopped in front of it and hovered. It was looking right at me! As it went to get a sip of nectar, I asked aloud, “Buddy, is that you?” The hummingbird quickly flew onto the nearby tree and started a very loud chatter. The chatter must’ve gone on for at least two minutes! I just knew it was Buddy telling the other birds, “I did it, I did it! I let my mom know I was still here!” Not only did I get pictures of the hummingbird, but also I got video! Although it was a sad day, I was absolutely ecstatic with delight at that moment!
To top it off, I received a message from a close friend who’s psychically gifted, and she told me that she saw my mom holding Buddy, that Pookie was sitting next to her, and that my dad was standing next to my mom with his hand on her shoulder. This was an unexpected and wonderful validation. My heart was so filled with love.
The next morning, before I left for work, I asked aloud, “Buddy, will you show me the word “cat?” About halfway through my commute, I saw a truck several lanes over that was towing a “Caterpillar” construction vehicle, and there on the side of the vehicle in big, bold letters was “C-A-T!” I was even able to get a photo! I exclaimed, “Thank you, Buddy!”
Since then, Buddy has shown me all the signs I’d told him about without me asking for them. These signs have included the numbers associated with his birth and transition back to spirit, his name (which I’ve seen and heard on numerous occasions), our word, “always,” and pictures of orange tabby cats.
Again, I’m sharing this story with you to let you know that your loved ones, including your beloved pets, are still with you in spirit. We’re all part of one consciousness where love keeps us connected forever and always.
With love, light, and angel blessings,