In the days following my sweet kitty’s death, my other cat kept staring at something I couldn’t see. She also suddenly refused to use the litter box she’d always shared with her brother, and I had to put a new box in a different bathroom.
Then last night I had a very strange dream. Burlesque star Dita von Teese lost her cat Aleister two days ago (like my kitty, Aleister was elderly). I dreamt that Aleister led me to the afterlife (which looks a lot like the kitchen where my kitty was born) and my kitty was there! He was young again (and fat again - he got skinny as he aged but he used to be a BIG boy) and he was so happy to see me! I held him in my arms and I just lost it. I was still crying when I woke up.
Fast forward to a couple of hours ago.
I have a stuffed tiger cub that’s about the size of a half-grown cat. It has closed eyes and is positioned like it’s sleeping. When my kitty hit the 18-pound mark, I couldn’t pick him up without hurting myself (I’ve had back injuries). He found other ways to cuddle with me, but when I missed being able to pick him up, I’d pick up the stuffed tiger and cuddle with it. My other cat isn’t a cuddler, so I’ve been cuddling with the tiger again whenever I miss my little guy.
A couple of hours ago, I stepped out of the shower and the stuffed tiger was lying on its back (my kitty liked to spread out on his back), next to my pillow (he often slept right next to my head).
That is NOT where I left it. I had left the tiger a few feet away, positioned on its stomach.
Well, what else could I do? I gave the tiger a belly rub and told my kitty that if he could hear me, I missed him and loved him.
And I could swear I heard his distinctive purr. It was much fainter than when he was alive, but it was there.