If you’ve ever wondered whether pets have spirits and souls that live on after their body’s die, this is the story of Sunshine and her visitation of me from the beyond.

Sunshine was seventeen when she died. She’d been my companion since she was a kitten. From the time I was 19 to the time I was 36, Sunshine had been with me everywhere I went.

At the age of seventeen, she died peacefully in her sleep at home and I buried her in the backyard, piling the grave with stones so that no other animal would attempt to dig it up.

The next morning I woke up at dawn. I’m not a morning person and I rarely wake before 8 or 9 but for some reason I was wide awake at sunrise and I saw the strangest thing out the back window. On top of Sunshine’s grave was a cat. I’d never seen the cat before and it was lying on top of the pile of rocks which couldn’t possibly have been comfortable, but there it was.

I never saw the cat before and I never saw it again. I do not know what it meant except that it was strange for the cat to visit her grave shortly after her burial. That wasn’t the ghostly part, though.

A few days later I was sitting on the sofa reading a book. I become totally engrossed in the story when I read. I am no longer here and now, I am in the world of the book. I was not thinking about Sunshine at that moment. I think I was reading Terry Brooks.

I heard a loud purring behind me. My cats always slept on the sofa cushions behind my head and I still had a cat, an eleven year old named Hadji. I reached behind my head to pet him but he wasn’t there. I turned around and looked, but no Hadji.

That was odd. I’d heard a cat purring clear as day. I got up and looked around the room for him. No cat. I searched the whole house and found him sound asleep on the bed. He was totally zonked. There was no way he’d been up behind my head purring.

I believe that Sunshine was sending me a message that she was okay. It did not happen again, hearing purring where there wasn’t a cat. She had sent her message and she knew I’d gotten it.

Just before she died I had told her that it was okay to let go, that I’d be okay. I told her there were green valleys and birds and bugs and butterflies and that she should go there. I told her she be happy there and that she would feel young again.

When her spirit came to tell me goodbye I knew that she had found her happy place and that she’d gone to chase the butterflies.

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