edited: Saturday, November 03, 2001
By Rose G rose.moss@LineOne.net
Posted: Saturday, November 03, 2001
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When our cat died, we found she hadn't entirely left us.
I’ve always had an open mind about ghosts. If anyone asks me if I believe in them, I always say. “I will if I see one.” However, up until now, I’ve only had one spooky experience, which far from involving the fearsome spectres of popular imagination, was a gentle, almost comforting event.
About fifteen years ago, at the time the tail end Hurricane Charlie was passing over England, my Mother looked out of the window and noticed a small tortoiseshell cat, mewing loudly on the doorstep. She felt sorry for the poor creature, battling against the wind and rain and let her indoors, where naturally she remained, as cats usually do, if you once let them come in!
We later learned that she had belonged to a family who took little interest in her, she then moved in with a lonely old man, who doted on her but eventually had to move to an old folks’ home when his health failed. She was now back with her original owners, who were only too happy to give her to my Mother. We, first thought of calling her” Charlotte” after the hurricane but eventually settled on “Mrs White Puss “after a character in a favourite book that I had as a child but she was usually called “Puss” for short.
Mrs White Puss was extremely affectionate, especially towards my Mother and was always demanding to be cuddled or picked up. She was already an old cat but she lived with us happily for several years before developing tumours on her mouth and ears.
My Mother then decided the kindest thing to do was take her to the Vet to end her suffering as the mouth tumour was inoperable, and as Mrs White Puss was now seventeen years old, she’d had a good long life.
We all missed her and the house felt very empty without her. She used to sit at my feet in the kitchen when I read the newspaper and it felt strange not to have her there.
Then one day I felt it, the distinct feeling of a cat brushing across my legs. It felt so real, I found myself reaching out to caress the animal, only to find thin air. I said nothing, as I wanted to neither upset my Mother nor have her feel I was going crazy. We were very close, but this just seemed too silly to mention.
One day, I was even sure I could see Mrs White Puss on her usual chair out of the corner of my eye and could no longer refrain from mentioning it to my Mother.
She smiled serenely and said, “So you’ve see her too? I’ve thought she was around for some time now, but thought you’d laugh at me if I mentioned it! “
We were both relieved that we weren’t seeing things after all and decided to ask my Father had he said seen her as well.
“Oh, yes, he said.” I’ve felt her on the chair when I’ve sat down to eat. I said nothing as it seemed too silly I assumed she was just checking up on us.”
We all accepted the ghostly presence of Mrs White Puss after that, and when I felt the sensation of fur rubbing against my legs, I’d reach my hand out and say
“Hello Puss. I’m glad you’ve come back to visit us!”
About a year later, our next cat Tom came to live with us, and we never sensed Mrs White Puss’s presence again. It was as if she knew that now we had another cat, she could say goodbye.
A few years later, I was talking to a friend, whose son and daughter in law, Paul and Cathy had purchased a large house with an orchard. The previous owner had been very fond of dogs and had lived there for many years with a succession of canine companions, Paul and Cathy had no pets, but often when they looked out into the orchard, they saw a dog, which appeared to vanish into thin air, when they went out to investigate.
They asked friends of the previous owner about her dogs and were told, she used to walk with them in the orchard, where her pets enjoyed running free.
Paul is a Professor of Mathematics and Cathy a Consultant in Community medicine, so it is highly unlikely two such scientifically minded individuals would be given to flights of fancy.
I told my friend about our experiences with Mrs White Puss which led her to wonder did animals have souls, now she’d heard of two ghostly sightings by people she knew.
I know the Buddhists and Hindus believe that that they do and I think they could be right. As our pets give us love, surely a creature without a soul would be unable to do that.
In any case, should I ever get to Heaven, It wouldn’t be Paradise unless the cats I’d loved were there too!
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|Reviewed by Jackie Brooks
|I have had a number of cats and I certainly believe they have souls, I don't think that any creature that can show love and affection could possibly be devoid of a soul. I hope one day I will be reunited with the pets that have passed on. Jackie <> <|
|Reviewed by Cheryl Elliot
|I'm printing this one up to keep in my pets file, because it is so unusual. I'm interested in parapsychology, and one of the Time/Life books on ghosts has a photo of an English family, and seated next to a boy, actually posing for the camera, is the black Lab who had died ten days earlier.(You can see the bushes behind him!) Also, if you ever get a chance to see Jessica Tandy's last film, "To Dance with the White Dog",please do. It was the top-rated television film of the year (1994? I think) when it was shown here, and she is wonderful.|
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|I agree with Teri, 'Just Fantastic' and I personally do believe in the paranormal. Janet xoxoxoxoxo|
|Reviewed by Jean Levack (Reader)
|Wonderfully written. Rose. I, too, would like to believe that I will someday be reunited with all my dear departed cats and birds.|
|Reviewed by Linda Helms-Heuitt
|Wonderful. I miss my dog!|
|Reviewed by EVELYN LOCKERT
|A lovely story, Rose!!!|
|Reviewed by Darlene Zagata
|Oh Rose, this is an absolutely enchanting story! I do believe that animals have souls. Some people who claim to have had near death experiences say that not only were they greeted by loved ones but by beloved pets as well!|
|Reviewed by Theresa Koch
|Reviewed by Debbie Tipton
|What a wonderful story. Glad you lead me to it.|
|Reviewed by firstname.lastname@example.org
|wow again i am very impressed with your ability to write here
a nother story that i just loved thank you for sharing this i have to tell you
this one got to me for i miss my kitty so much thank you Rose
love the picture to talk to you soon
|Reviewed by Martha
|We've had much the same experience - one of ours seems to "rattle the door", wanting to come in on the coldest of nights, or during the worst storms. We hear the "scratching at the screen", and open the door to find no one there. It always makes us feel safer! Great story, Rose!|
|Reviewed by Cynthia Borris
|I believe animals possess an essence that remains and I expect Paradise to be enveloped in the celebration on all lives.|