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A wonderful dream...
Last night Fluffy was in a dream I had. I was standing at a large picture window, looking outside at a tree with a large couch under it, set in rolling fields with grass and flowers and other trees. There were several cats roaming or racing around, stalking through the grass, or laying sprawled on their backs with their feet in the air, tails flipping lazily. All sorts of cats, from kittens to ones that looked like Maine coon cats to midnight black to torties...
The couch was a big old soft leather thing, and the back cover was hanging loose at the bottom. There were several cats playing around it, climbing up inside the back. I knew they could snuggle in there, safe from the elements, or play fun stalking games with each other.
I saw my Fluffy come running, and he climbed that big tree! He stood on a branch, smiling a cat smile at me, and I woke up smiling, too.
The couch was a big old soft leather thing, and the back cover was hanging loose at the bottom. There were several cats playing around it, climbing up inside the back. I knew they could snuggle in there, safe from the elements, or play fun stalking games with each other.
I saw my Fluffy come running, and he climbed that big tree! He stood on a branch, smiling a cat smile at me, and I woke up smiling, too.
The dream I related was the night of the 1st Anniversary of Micheal's death.
I do believe that he was letting me know that things were ok...he always cared more for others than for looking out for himself.
He was a kind, gentle man; loved and missed by all who knew him.
That which we love, that which is strongest in our hearts, lives so long as memories last...
I do believe that he was letting me know that things were ok...he always cared more for others than for looking out for himself.
He was a kind, gentle man; loved and missed by all who knew him.
That which we love, that which is strongest in our hearts, lives so long as memories last...
mmmmmmm, I feel like purring after reading all of your comments.
Pip, I sent you a note about your wonderful comment.
Jade, Opus, PK, Teddybears4ever2, spirit, loved it all.
Pip, I sent you a note about your wonderful comment.
Jade, Opus, PK, Teddybears4ever2, spirit, loved it all.
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Sorry I put the suggestion in your head, but that sounds so cute Spirit all dressed up to protect you! I'm a King fan too. Well, used to be when I was younger. Can't handle all that horror anymore at my age. I'd read Pet Sematary in the early 80's when it came out, but the movie came out in 89 which is when Friskie passed away so the picture of Church sitting there with dirt on him was fresh in my mind at the time.
I hope Spirit lives a long good life, too. All 3 of my childhood cats lived to be very old and get this. Never had vaccinations, never went to the vet unless they were hurt, were put outside at night, were fed Friskies canned and dry food as well as Milk everyday, lol. My thoughts however are how healthy were they??? Makes me sad to think.
I hope Spirit lives a long good life, too. All 3 of my childhood cats lived to be very old and get this. Never had vaccinations, never went to the vet unless they were hurt, were put outside at night, were fed Friskies canned and dry food as well as Milk everyday, lol. My thoughts however are how healthy were they??? Makes me sad to think.
I just dreamt about that little boy last night! And my little black cat Spirit (hence my nickname) was walking around upright dressed like a little bandito with bullet belts around her chest and a rifle! I'm a Stephen King fan and must have worked the topic into a dream with Spirit protecting me. Your kitty was 21! I hope Spirit stays that long, she's 11 now. She's a little protector-if someone comes to the door she comes marching to me making little growling noises:"er er er er er"
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After my last childhood kitty died (she was 21) when I was 30, she came to me in a dream a few nights later. She's just sitting in the kitchen...looking perfectly normal...except a little bit of dirt around her whiskers...
I had recently read Pet Semetary by Stephen King :(
I had recently read Pet Semetary by Stephen King :(
How comforting! And thanks so much for sharing with us! My cat Timmy had a favorite spot in the hall he used to roll his tummy againstduring the hot summer days of summer and sometimes my cat Butters does the same, and I secretly wonder if Timmy showed him"look-this is refreshing-right here!" because he does it at exactly the same spot. We got Butters as a kitten a few months after we lost Timmy to a lung tumor. Timmy was great for showing a new kitten the ropes, we still miss him. He'd patiently put up with the newest addition jumping on his back or biting his ears and he'd teach them to play with his toys or hide & seek behind the doors. He was sure special and I feel his presence still but thought I was the only one with these feelings.
Oh isn't that just the most wonderful dream, I told you Fluffy would never be far from your side didn't I...see he's right there with you just in spirit now. he's telling you not to cry mommy I'm ok and I'm happy.
Oh how precisious.
Pip.....you have such a wonderful way with words and how true that we are not in our homes alone..all our little ones that have crossed are really still here with us! thats why I do actually feel my Opus and hear him too(he was a talker that one)
and the story about your dream I found amazing....did it give you the shivers after you found out your uncle had actually passed the night of your dream?...or more so a comfort to know he was saying goodbye because you were special to him too?
Oh how precisious.
Pip.....you have such a wonderful way with words and how true that we are not in our homes alone..all our little ones that have crossed are really still here with us! thats why I do actually feel my Opus and hear him too(he was a talker that one)
and the story about your dream I found amazing....did it give you the shivers after you found out your uncle had actually passed the night of your dream?...or more so a comfort to know he was saying goodbye because you were special to him too?
What a beautiful dream. You and Fluffy shared a strong connection that not even time will break. He wants you to know that he is closer than you think and he is happy. Next time you see him, please give him a kiss for me :-)
I am smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.
Within my spirituality, I am a great believer in contact between "levels of quantum reality," "the Seen and Unseen," "Nature and Super-nature', "Life and After-life..." I believe very strongly that there IS a mystical quality to our existence.
Heck, there are things that science will never be able to explain, the largest of which is, to my heart and mind, the existence of a Spirit, which does survive beyond this life.
I think Fluffy was sending you a message, "I'm OK mom." The love and care you lavished so heavily built up, what is called in my tradition, Orlay; Layers in the Well of memory, which in turn powers your Wyrd, which is not quite destiny, but is a force that helps mold your life as it goes on and grows.
In your time with Fluffy, the Orlay in that part of your past has gained great significance, great weight, which adds to its permanence, and to its good effect.
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I know there are more cats in my house than the 4 I am feeding...Tuna, Dancer, Victoria, Cammie, Cerridwen...all are still with me. They are the spirits who watch over my wife and me, and I think her cat Junior is here, too.
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I had a similar dream a year to the day after my uncle Michael passed away (2 years ago June 5th) of pancreatic cancer.
Michael (who was much more a big brother to me than an uncle [he was my mom's baby brother and we were only 4 years apart] ) and I were walking down a street, which looked very much like the one where I lived as a young boy.
We came to a house that looked like the one in which we lived from the time of my birth until the end of 1st grade (when my parents got their 1st [and only] house, where my mom still lives).
Nonnie D'Orazio (his mother) opened the door. Just behind her stood her mother and mother-in-law, beyond them were tables around which sat my great grand fathers, aunts, uncles, cousins, other family members from my mom's side...
"Michael," Nonnie said, "It's time to come in."
She looked at me. "Stevie, you don't belong here, go home, it's not your time."
Michael squeezed me on the shoulder and went inside.
As I turned to go, the house across the street took the form of the one in which my dad's parents lived.
Gramma Robinson, her mother and mother-in-law stood in the door.
Gram said, "She's right, Stevie, Anita still needs you, go home."
I heard the doors close behind me as I walked back...awakening in bed with my wife, who snores a little, for which I am grateful. When I sleep in silence, I will know that I am alone.
Be well - a suddenly introspective Pip
Within my spirituality, I am a great believer in contact between "levels of quantum reality," "the Seen and Unseen," "Nature and Super-nature', "Life and After-life..." I believe very strongly that there IS a mystical quality to our existence.
Heck, there are things that science will never be able to explain, the largest of which is, to my heart and mind, the existence of a Spirit, which does survive beyond this life.
I think Fluffy was sending you a message, "I'm OK mom." The love and care you lavished so heavily built up, what is called in my tradition, Orlay; Layers in the Well of memory, which in turn powers your Wyrd, which is not quite destiny, but is a force that helps mold your life as it goes on and grows.
In your time with Fluffy, the Orlay in that part of your past has gained great significance, great weight, which adds to its permanence, and to its good effect.
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I know there are more cats in my house than the 4 I am feeding...Tuna, Dancer, Victoria, Cammie, Cerridwen...all are still with me. They are the spirits who watch over my wife and me, and I think her cat Junior is here, too.
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I had a similar dream a year to the day after my uncle Michael passed away (2 years ago June 5th) of pancreatic cancer.
Michael (who was much more a big brother to me than an uncle [he was my mom's baby brother and we were only 4 years apart] ) and I were walking down a street, which looked very much like the one where I lived as a young boy.
We came to a house that looked like the one in which we lived from the time of my birth until the end of 1st grade (when my parents got their 1st [and only] house, where my mom still lives).
Nonnie D'Orazio (his mother) opened the door. Just behind her stood her mother and mother-in-law, beyond them were tables around which sat my great grand fathers, aunts, uncles, cousins, other family members from my mom's side...
"Michael," Nonnie said, "It's time to come in."
She looked at me. "Stevie, you don't belong here, go home, it's not your time."
Michael squeezed me on the shoulder and went inside.
As I turned to go, the house across the street took the form of the one in which my dad's parents lived.
Gramma Robinson, her mother and mother-in-law stood in the door.
Gram said, "She's right, Stevie, Anita still needs you, go home."
I heard the doors close behind me as I walked back...awakening in bed with my wife, who snores a little, for which I am grateful. When I sleep in silence, I will know that I am alone.
Be well - a suddenly introspective Pip
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I think so, teddybears4ever2 :)
Kathy, maybe Rainbow Bridge is really a leather couch in the middle of a beautiful field :) Sounds like a sweet dream. I'm so happy for you, Fluffy came to visit you last night. Feels so real, doesn't it. When a childhood friend of mine passed yrs ago, he came to me in a dream that night...he was healed and healthy and it felt so real, like he came to visit.
Kathy, maybe Rainbow Bridge is really a leather couch in the middle of a beautiful field :) Sounds like a sweet dream. I'm so happy for you, Fluffy came to visit you last night. Feels so real, doesn't it. When a childhood friend of mine passed yrs ago, he came to me in a dream that night...he was healed and healthy and it felt so real, like he came to visit.
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