{{{HUGS}}} to you, JoMax

I dreamt about Max this morning - and I'm still shaken & tearful.  Maybe sharing it will help.

I & my b/f were at a vets and we were arranging to take Max's body home (?not sure if this was for cremation/burial or what)  - it was 'real time', i.e. now, almost 3 months on.  (This is bizzarre since he was cremated at the time).

It wasn't the usual vets, but the emergency practice (where we took him once in June 2007)  The emergency vet service here is done by one of the town's larger vet practices, they have a team who work 24/7.  The night shift is usually manned by a brilliant Spanish vet assisted by a training vet from the local vet college.  Both really nice, extremely competent, had a very caring 'bedside manner', had loads of time & gentleness for Max - I had total confidence in both of them.

Anyhow, this same vet had brought Max's body from the freezer, wrapped in a sheet in the next room, on top of a pile of sheets and laundry - I checked it was him & we went through to complete the paperwork.  For some reason he said I had to fill in 'cause of death' as "suicide" and write it myself, then write the name next to it.  When I put 'Max' in he said "Yes, when I heard that name I broke down, 'cos that was my most beloved cats name too... "

b/f went back to say goodbye to Max one last time, then I went to do so too.  The sheet with him in had slipped over the pile, so I picked it up and lifted his body out into my arms. As I held him, I felt warmth along my left arm, he got warmer all over, then I felt his ribcage vibrating against my left hand, and then his heart beating. He was still not yet awake, but I knew he was OK & just coming round from the anasthetic & would come alive & well very soon.

I cried out - "He's come alive - you've brought him back, he's cured" - the vet rushed through and checked him & said "it's a miracle".

At that point I woke up - eppie was cuddled right up against my chin, purring.

Needless to say I've been in tears all morning.

Maxy boy, I wish it were true, I wish I'd at least had time in the dream to see you awake & hear your voice greeting us & see you looking up at me - "Mum where you been?"

 

He IS with you, very much alive and purring. There just really isn't another way for him to tell you.

The other night, I was in bed and very sad about Bones and Red being gone -- started crying, tried to go to sleep. A few minutes later, Mia started playing with Red's turbo-scratcher like she's never done before and a few minutes after that, Pip jumped up on the bed, laid down beside me, put her paw on my hand, then her head and went to sleep. This is what both my boys used to do, not my girls. No other explanation other than my guys are watching over me.

These incidents are gifts. That's how I look at it.

Awwww, JoMax, your story brought tears to my eyes.  I had several dreams about Mr. Brown after he passed that he wasn't really gone and it was all a mistake.  My heart breaks with yours, I know how shaken and upset I was for days and how I longed that my dreams were real.

I do believe that they are telling us that they are still with us and as Lesliek mentioned, okay and waiting for us at the rainbow bridge.

{{{{hugs}}}}}

3 months today.  Still such a big hole in my house, my life...   

Here is the ring I had made - some of his ashes incorporated in a hand-blown drop of glass.  Arrived in time for this 3-month anniversary.  Inscribed "Forever" because that sums it up :

Forever:
 - with me
 - in my thoughts
 - in my heart
 - loved

That's awesome, JoMax. I thought of doing something similar but incorporating the ashes in the gold for a pendant. That's really cool that you got that done. Beautiful.

What a good idea ! This way he will always be with you.