My Father was very sick and in the hospital for a long time with cancer and complications. He always came out of it before, because he was a strong man.
While he was in the hospital, our sweet tabby cat Tiger got very sick and died. We cried a lot but we know he loved us and that he knew we loved him.
One nite I had a dream that I was holding Tiger and crying as I was walking to a beautiful golden light in a city. To my right was my father looking straight ahead as if he had a mission or something that he knew he had to do. There was a man in front of him, to his right, behind him and on his left, but a little behind so that i could walk right beside my father.
Tiger was purring and as I held him and walked, I was looking at my father. The men flanking him looked like old golf buddies of his. It was as if they were escorting him but were letting me walk with them.

When I woke up the next day, I called my father in the hospital. My brother held the phone to his ears and said my dad's eyes got really bright and alert. He said that in the last few weeks he had never seen my dad look so alert. Somehow I knew this was good bye for me... I felt like I knew because of Tiger.
I told my dad that I loved him and told thanked him for everything he did and told him that I want him to be completely without pain.
That night, he died.
Somehow I knew from the dream with Tiger, that Tiger was with me as kind of a ticket on the ethereal so that I knew it was time.
Tiger and my Father died within exactly a week of each other. Tiger was always the greeter at hour house of five cats (yes 5)
On recommendation of my vet for a situation with the other cats I was dealing with, I went to an animal communicator. She didn't know me from Adam or Eve, but out of the blue she said she saw a grey and black tabby and that she felt a male presence there. She said like a father. She said that the ca was there to greet my Father and that he knew it was my cat.

Another of our cats has died since then, and ever so often we hear him in the hall over these last three weeks. We figured that he was coming to take another one of our cats and talk to him about coming.

Now, as I sit and write this, the third cat, my favorite cat, MY cat, I call my lover... the LOOOOVE kittie, is dying of lung complications. The vet tried everything and we're just waiting now. He looks like he's smiling as he's sleeping here beside me with an enlarged set of longs . Feline Perotinitus is a bad and fatal thing and all of our cats test positive for it.
We've cried a lot already, and have some more crying to go when he goes, but from what I have told all of you in this story, INTELLECTUALLY I KNOW FOR SURE that our fur family IS on the other side. There is too much that has happened for me to doubt.

I just found this site today. I thought I was a kook for loving my fur angels so much, but now that I see there are others, I'm glad.
I am really glad for this site and I'm looking for pictures of my two, soon to be three fur faces to submit.
They have all made us laugh, and Hopefully a submit a funny story or two. God Bless all the little creatures and the people who love them