“In 2014, my cat, Susie (completely black), died at the age of 21,” says the man who did not give his name.
“I decided not to bury her, but to give her to the veterinary clinic for cremation, but not to store her ashes, since pets are usually cremated several at a time and it will be impossible to separate Susie's ashes from the rest.
The vet, however, kept a small piece of her fur for me and sent it to me along with a touching postcard. I was very surprised by this gesture and grateful to him for it. Previously, I never thought that you can keep the memory of your beloved pet in this way.
Then I kept the postcard and this piece of fur in my bedroom.
In May or June 2015, about a year after Susie died, I went to bed early in the morning and woke up in the middle of the day. I previously worked at night, and after I started looking for another job, my sleep pattern still couldn't readjust.
And so I was asleep that day, it was about noon, when suddenly I felt like cat's paws began to gently crumple the blanket on my bed. From this strange sensation I woke up and immediately remembered how a few years ago, when I had Suzie and another cat, they would lie down in my bed for a couple and begin to “knead” the blanket with their paws.
When I woke up and lay without raising my head, I still felt how the cat was crumpling the blanket on my body with its paws. To see what was happening there, I had to raise my head, and in the supine position I could not see anything, but I felt it well.
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Then I felt the cat's legs move from the right side of my body to my hand.
At the same time, the feeling of the presence of another living creature on the bed appeared. I was lying a little on my side, and there was a very clear feeling that a cat was sitting behind my back. I felt the weight of her weight very well.
And it could not be one of my cats (I had three), since I did not let them into my bedroom and they slept downstairs on the first floor.
All this lasted for 2-4 minutes, and then suddenly everything was gone. The "cat" is gone. I very slowly and carefully raised myself up and looked over to where something was sitting on the blanket. It was empty. The door to my room was closed and all the cats, as it turned out later, remained on the first floor.
It immediately occurred to me that maybe this one was my Susie and that her visit had something to do with the piece of fur I kept next to my bed. After this weird incident, I decided to leave bits of fur from all my cats when it came time for them to leave. Maybe a part of their soul is saved with this piece."
