The majority believed that one day they would be reunited with their loved ones, Linda H. didn’t think there was an afterlife. I promised Linda to write a little something that might change her mind.
Of course, finding a potential family to adopt Kitty wasn’t as easy as we thought as we found fault with each and every one of them. To cut a long story short, Kitty came with us to Canada.
Since he already listened to the name Kitty, we never bothered renaming him.
In August 2006, Kitty passed away.
A month later I had to travel to Belgium, while Dieter stayed behind. And this is where it gets interesting.
During the first night in my parents’ house, shortly after I had gone to bed and turned off the light, I felt something jumping on the foot end of my bed and walking across the mattress. This was strange to say the least as my parents didn't have a cat at the time.
When my nightly visitor curled up behind my knees, I knew right away that this was Kitty paying me a visit. He always settled himself by my knees to sleep while he was alive.
I couldn’t wait for morning to come in Canada so I could call Dieter and tell him about this experience. When I did he said “That’s strange, I saw Kitty last night. He was sitting by my door and I spotted him out of the corner of my eye.”
Charlie came to us one cold rainy day. When I asked Dieter to go and close the windows of my car, he came back inside with white kitten.
At the time, there we were watching an interview with Prince Charles, so we named the white kitten Charles (which became Charlie). We tried to find his owners, but nobody came forward, so Charlie stayed with us.
He grew up into a massive twenty pound cat, who was obsesses with cleaning himself.
When Charlie got jaw cancer everything changed. He had trouble eating and lost weight, he no longer had the energy to clean himself and his white coat become dull.
We took him to the vet and gave him medication, but eventually it became clear that Charlie was fighting a losing battle. On Boxing Day 2010 we had to make the difficult decision to end Charlie’s life.
It was heart wrenching to say the least and even though friends said that we had done the right thing, I couldn’t make peace with the fact that Charlie was gone.
And then one night that changed.
Shortly after going to bed and turning off the light, I saw Charlie. I saw him for only a second, but what I saw was very clear and gave me complete peace of mind.
Charlie was walking in some type of field, he was once again the big cat we had known and his white coat had a brilliant shine to it. Like the sun or a bright spotlight was shining on it.
Both experiences made a believer out of me that there is indeed such a thing as an afterlife.
Then not so long ago, I had an experience that topped the feel of Kitty and the sight of Charlie … on July 11, 2012 I saw an Indian woman with a small white dog at her feet.
To say that the sighting was mysterious would be an understatement. But, I'm not going to go into detail here. This story was included in Robin Tidwell’s anthology “Spirits of St. Louis: Missouri Ghost Stories.