I woke up one morning, about a week before Thanksgiving, from an upsetting dream that was about my first cat named Kitty (I know, bad name). The details are hard to recall but I remember that something had happened to my cat, I don’t think I knew what happened but I knew that I’d best prepare myself for the departure of Kitty and right after that I woke up. It was an odd dream and to make it even odder two days after the dream my Mom called me up telling me that Kitty had passed away two days ago sometime in the night. My jaw literally dropped and I told my mom about the dream which shocked her as well.
Kitty was old and her movement wasn’t so great in the past few months before her death and because of the dream I had I knew that if Kitty was to ever to pass that she would be pain free and that I should be happy for that. I know that this story my read odd to some but the moral of the story was worth the write. We may miss a loved one or pet but we should always be happy that they are in a better place. I know I’ve said that I wouldn’t make post about personal feelings and such but I thought this one was worth it.