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Ghost Pets

Ghost Pets

Freaky Friday

Over the Christmas holiday we had quite a few visitors in our home.  My daughter, Sarah, and her husband and son stayed for several days.  My son, David, spent the night on Christmas Eve. And then we had people in and out of the house all weekend long. But, the most surprising visitor we had was a cat. A ghost cat.

I have to admit that I’d seen a cat out of the corner of my eye several times before and when I’d turn, none of the cats would be around.  (We have two very alive cats in our house, along with our very alive dogs.)  One night, I’d gone to bed early, and I’d felt something jump on the back of my bed and settle in. (We always close our bedroom door because we really don’t like sharing our bed.)  (Okay, let me alter that – when my husband is home, we always close our bedroom door. 😉 ) Anyway, I was sure, and a little saddened, that our seventeen-year-old cat had finally crossed over and that I would find him the next morning curled up in his favorite spot, but gone. And, he’d just dropped by on his way over the Rainbow Bridge to say good-bye.  I got out of bed to check, but our old cat, McDuff, was hale and hearty and sleeping on the couch near the wood-burning stove. He looked at me in annoyance when I touched him to see if he was still breathing.

So, I just figured someone else was visiting and I went back to bed.

But over the Christmas weekend, Sarah came downstairs with a perplexed look on her face. “Last night,” she explained. “I came downstairs to wash up and when I looked at the kitchen island, there was a cat sitting on the lower shelf. He looked right into my eyes for a moment, then I looked away for just a second and when I looked back, he was gone.”

“What did he look like?” I asked.

“I thought at first it was Hemingway (our younger cat), but it was a darker cat,” she said.

We don’t have any dark cats “living” in our house. But living on a farm with seven kids we have had a plethora of cats and kittens throughout the years. And some, of course, were dark cats.

The next morning, I came downstairs early, before anyone else was awake. I walked into the bathroom and, as is their habit, I was followed in by one of the cats.  I was still a little bleary-eyed, so I didn’t really pay attention to who it was, I was only careful not to shut the door on anyone’s tail. But after I closed the door, I looked around and no one was in the bathroom with me. I distinctly remember seeing a cat’s tail coming alongside me in the corner of my eye. I know that I thought one of the cats was with me.  And, I wasn’t thinking about anything supernatural.  I don’t know if I was thinking about anything that early in the morning.

There is a tradition – a Christmas tradition – that animals are all given the gift of speech at midnight on Christmas Eve. (I always go to bed before that because I just don’t want to hear their complaints.) But, I wonder if Christmastime, which I always feel is a thin time anyway, is also a time for pets to visit their old stomping ground and their families they had to leave behind.  I wonder if they get to wrap themselves around our legs for old times sake, or bark at the UPS man one more time, or just settle between legs and blankets on their master’s bed.

I have heard barks outside, when I know the dogs are all inside. I heard someone running across the wooden floors upstairs when I can see all the animals are sleeping at my feet. And there has been more than one time when I was outside in our acreage when I’ve seen one of our dogs (who is no longer with us) dash through the woods, spooking the pheasants.

I love knowing that they can visit. I love knowing that the Rainbow Bridge is a two-way street. And I love knowing that some of my best friends will be waiting for me when I have to make that journey someday.

Happy Friday!

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  1. Rita
    December 29, 2017 at 2:35 pm

    Loved your ghost stories……we lived In a house once that had a small dark sHadow that my daughter and I would both see from time to time. We figured it was a cat.ghost.. We lived in a few places that I have always thought were haunted.

    • Terri Reid
      January 30, 2018 at 5:08 pm

      Hi Rita!

      I have seen our cat ghost so many times since Christmas – I know he’s around. Thanks for commenting!!!

  2. Nancy
    December 29, 2017 at 2:52 pm

    Thank you Terri. Such a beautiful and heart warming story for those of us who have lost pets. Wish I had the gift of being able to sense the spirits who visit us. Happy New Year, Terri!

    • Terri Reid
      January 30, 2018 at 5:07 pm

      Hi Nancy!! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I’m sure your beloved pets visit you. They’re just very quiet! 🙂

  3. Lori
    December 30, 2017 at 7:09 pm

    When we moved into our home on Friday the 13th August 1993. I always sensed a warm light energy outside our den. For the next ten years I said nothing to my husband. Then in April 2003, we were in Florida, and knew something was wrong with my cat. We received a call that morning from my husband’s brother. Our Cosmopolitan was ill. We rushed home and had one last night with him. The next night I felt something warm and heavy on my feet. I awoke to see my Cosmololitan, but then he was gone. We had moved our bedroom to the den, years before, due to how calm the room felt. Days later my husband mentioned our ghost and hope our Cosmopolitan was with her. We still feel our ghost’s presence. We still feel the light of our past pets in our home. We have been in our house 24 years. About ten years ago we found out the prior owner’s sister had passed away in the very room we sleep in. The room that was orginally our den.

    • Terri Reid
      January 30, 2018 at 5:07 pm

      Wow!! Thank you for sharing your story!!! I love that you can still feel the light of your past pets!! They must love you very much!

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