Cat Love

This is a true story. I had a cat that was picked up from the streets. HER name was Spookers the second. The cat before her was Spookers the first. MY grandmother named her that I don't know why. These two Spookers were identical.

Spookers II was my best friend. Every day I would do my homework she would try to get my attention by laying on my paper. Even a bowl of tuna wouldn't get her away. Also every night I would go to bed and find Spookers lay right beside me. If I move she would move. Our other cat Charlie would not get along with Spookers. You would hear cat fights every night before I went to bed.

One day Spookers had a bladder infection and was bleeding. We took her to the vet and they thought they cured it. Later the infection came back twice as bad. We were really worried. Then days later I hid away while my Mom and sister went to the vet to put her down. Every night for a month I would think about her and go into tears. One night I prayed that she'd come back.

The next morning I find Charlie her worst enemy that never sucks up to people, on my homework paper! I told my Mom and she thought it was because Spookers was one so she had attention to grab. I had to believe I was so scared. That night I went to bed and feel asleep. It was 15 minutes later where I couldn't sleep and opened my eyes. When I did I saw the Ghost of Spookers II. She was laying at my feet where she was when she was sick. Then she woke up and looked at me and flew out the window! I didn't know what to do. Was it a dream? Or did God answer my prayer?

A Father's Love Never Dies

My father and I were very close through out my life and I was deeply saddened when I found out that Dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer. In July of 99'my father passed away at age 60, but my experiences still occur. He has come into my dreams several of times, looking about 10 years younger, telling me how happy he is and that he has no pain. I have felt him tap me, as he called out my name. I have heard him talking to me about how beautiful it is where he is. I have a battery operated candle that goes on all the time for me, especially when I cry. I can even feel the presence of someone near me at times. I believe that he is trying to communicate with me still.

A Gift From Heaven

My father had passed away on February 26th of 2000. I always go to bed before midnight but on this particular night, I didn't. It was 12:00 am when I felt the urge to go to my fathers bedroom. When I walked in there, he seemed to be sleeping. I called his name but he didn't answer me. I called him again but still no answer. Then I yelled louder as I knew he was a light sleeper. I quickly ran over to him and saw that his lips were still quivering. I quickly called my son who was in the other room. I started CPR and able to get his heart started again but he still wouldn't breathe on his own. My son called 911 and the ambulance came in which seemed like minutes. My father passed on that night after he was refused hospital care from several area hospitals that all complained they were "too full."

I felt that my father didn't have to die if he only had the proper care. He passed on with a heart attack. I didn't have any peace with his passing and always felt bad vibes from his death. I also felt that it was my fault that I didn't speak up and try to fight the other hospitals decisions. I actually cried for many weeks. After a few weeks, I prayed and asked God to give me "peace" and to let my father know that I loved him and I was so sorry that he had to pass on. I also asked God to forgive me as I felt that it was my fault. I knew I couldn't go on like that much longer and had to be relieved from the guilt. I knew that the guilt could destroy me and those around me as I still had to care for my children everyday. God just had to help me and "fast." I prayed and asked God to show me a sign or a symbol of some kind to let me know that I was forgiven or that it wasn't my fault.

Well, just two weeks ago, I had to go to the bathroom (something I never do thru the night). I got up in just my bare necessities as I was too tired to get dressed for the occasion. And an occasion, it was! I didn't want my bedroom light to shine on me so I immediately shut my door behind me, leaving the hall way without a lighted pathway. I walked a few steps and was startled by a small golden colored light shining on my fathers bedroom floor. It swished away to the right and seemed to go right thru his wall. I had no doubt that it wasn't my father. I believe that my angel allowed me to see him as he was in his room. I feel that it was the sign that I needed to get me thru my guilt. After that had happened, I had so much peace and all the guilt had left. I slept very peacefully that night after I saw the light. I also received Two kisses the same night which seemed to have come from a long tunnel. One was from my father and the other from my mother. It was the symbol of a kiss to let me know that they were together.

There are five very important things in life in order to survive: Love, peace, happiness, forgiveness and freedom. I received all five that night when I saw the "light." God bless all who read the gift from Heaven.

A Hug of Love

My first boyfriend committed suicide several years ago. We were very close. One night I was feeling very lonely. I said to myself that day was that I wanted a hug. That same night I had a dream. My long deceased boyfriend came to me and gave me the biggest hug. So real it was I actually felt it and woke up in complete awe of what happened. Interesting as this might be, I believe my boyfriend was communicating with me the very day he died. We both lived in different states at the time and this particular day I had this feeling of impending doom. I did not know what to make of it. just something terribly wrong was about to happen. That day my car battery died and that night I had a dream about my old boyfriend. In it, he was peering through a window watching me, my new boyfriend and our three year old son sleeping. Suddenly, he began to scream and yell as he was being dragged off by the police. The very next day I found out he had killed himself.