After your pet has passed away have you ever "felt" them came back?

lelasuzi

I saw our Freddie cat going upstairs two weeks after he died. It was during the day so I had`nt even got the excuse that I`d had a drink. I absolutely saw him. It did`nt spook me out either.

meerkat2007

I lost my little Oliver, a miniature long-haired dachshund, at the start of February this year - he was almost 14 and a half years old.

I've not felt him come back, but a couple of days after he went, I dreamed about him. The dream was in black and white, apart from Oliver - his red coat was gleaming like fire in the sun, the way it did after he'd had a bath.

I'd like to think it was his way of telling me that he was safe in the sunshine at Rainbow Bridge, and everything was all right.

ETA: I just remembered something. The morning after Oliver died, I was in the bathroom and I heard the creaking of floorboards on the landing, as if one of the dogs had come out of the bedroom and come to find out where I was. Oliver was no longer around, of course, so it could only be Henry, which meant I had to have left the bedroom door open, as neither of the dogs could open it. I looked out of the bathroom door; the bedroom door was closed, and the landing was empty.

spike7451

murphydog999 wrote: »

Yes I too have felt the padding of paws on the bed, quite firm they were too. And whilst in the garden seeing the 2 shadows of dear old murphy dog following dear charlie cat in the open back door. It was enough to get me up off my chair to investigate and make sure no other animals had got in the garden, of course, there wasn't.

Same here,quite often I'll feel movement on the bed but when I put on the light,the's noting there so I'll go & look in the living room (I live in a apartment) & Daisy's fast asleep on the armchair..And Ironically,Daisy is soo much like my old mate Orbit it's uncanny! She won't eat food in Gravy (same as Orbit)..Sleeps in the same place as he did..Catnip doesn't affect her but loo bleach has her in orgasmic fits in front of the bog...same as Orbit (I have to put a towel over the bog when the's bleach down it)

adviceforall

Before we lost Milo in May 10 he used to do exaggerating very loud yawns in the morning when he wanted to get people up, after he passed we used to hear him do this for a couple of mornings after he passed, we were all convinced we had heard him doing it. I thought I saw Blackie go round the corner of the bed to where she used to sit down the side the other night.
I'm hoping they have met up again now, although she weighed 18kgs and Milo was 48kg Doberman x she was definitely the boss.

bagginslover

My childhood cat, Cobweb is still very much 'living' with my parents. Both my parents and I have seen her. I saw her many times before I told my dad about it, he admitted he had seen her too, but not to tell mum as it might scare her. Almost a year later, mum told us both that she still saw Cobweb, and that she had on many times felt her get onto the bed and curl up next to her legs. Cobweb died when I was 9, I am now 30, we have had another lone cat pass, and now have a pair of sisters, but Cobweb is still there.

fakeplastictwee

Eclaire, our siamese cat who we had from childhood, came to me in a dream, well more of a half-state, a few days after she had died. I was so upset because mum had to get her put to sleep the day before I came home from university. In the dream she was sat on my chest looking the most healthy she ever had, and there was a warm golden light and I felt very at peace and utterly euphoric that she had come to me. I remember feeling the weight of her sat on me.

Interesting reading this thread, I thought maybe I'd just made it up but it definitely felt like she had come to me.

meritaten

after 'our' first dog Anni died I often used to 'see' her out of the corner of my eye. usually stretched out on the bottom stair when I was in the kitchen (her favourite spot). this went on for some weeks. Then my daughter said to me one morning before she went to school 'mam, I dreamed about Anni last night, she told me that she wont come here anymore she has to go - but she will wait for us there, and that she loves you and us kids'. I was upset, I had got used to seeing her there, and it comforted me. I never saw her again.
I didnt see my first cat Timmy after he passed either, or my second dog Megan. But my last cat Nicki who died about seven years ago is still an occasional visitor. at first I could see him on the arm of the sofa, but gradually he faded away and now I can only smell him (He had feline aids and there was a distinct whiff about him), usually its when I am upset about something, but sometimes I can come down in the morning and the smell of him is really strong despite my having changed EVERYTHING in the room since then a couple of times! or I can smell incense - now I havent burned any for years, I used to light a frankinsense stick for him every day as he loved it so much (he used to sit with his nose in the curl of smoke and look blissed out!). I called him my 'Temple Cat' as he used to lie on the arm of the sofa with his forehead touching the sofa as if in prayer. he loved the incense and he was the most gentle, kind loving cat and his coat was the colour that buddhist monks favour! I adored him! I miss him still.

bugslet

I have 'enjoyed' reading these posts, even if they are tinged with sadness.

Anyone that knows me will tell you that I am one of the least sentimental people you could meet, but.... I had my 17 year old Border Collie put to sleep on Christmas Eve 1999 after his kidneys began to fail. I didn't want to go home, and went back into the office, no-one around, no phone calls as all our customer had finished for the holidays. Our office is very small, basically enough for two desks and a couple of cupboards and small windows. I was doing some paperwork and having a bit of a snuffle on what was a very grey December afternoon. All of a sudden the room became lit up, not so much like sunshine, it was more golden than that and I could 'feel' my dog around me. It was as if he was a young bouncy dog again and it's as if he wanted to come and say everything is OK and it's all exciting. It sounds completely mental and it lasted at the most a minute but it did make me feel a lot better and in a rare moment of sentimentality, I like to think that he was scooting off to see my Dad with whom he'd had an especially close bond.:o

mico62

I rehomed my 11 yr old golden retriever when I was emigrating to America. Things didn't work out and I returned to the UK. By this time my lovely dog had settled with his new family and I had to return to work full time so couldn't give him the care he'd had and although I still see his new mum I never visited him as I knew it would break my heart again.

Four years later I was woken by him putting his chin on the bed and puffing on my face, which is what he always did when he needed the loo. I stroked his head and asked him for 5 more minutes before going back to sleep. Later that day I got a call to say he'd died in his sleep that morning.

Mayflower10cat

I didn't have time to reply properly to this thread earlier, but I'll add my experiences now. We'd come back from the vet many years ago, having said a heartbreaking goodbye to our first cat Riff Raff, sitting there in the quiet house too stunned and shocked to even cry.... Husband suddenly shot to his feet, saying 'he's at the door! I can hear him scratching...!!!!' He even opened the front door, he was so convinced. I didn't actually hear anything. A nights later, we both woke the following morning and said, at the same time, 'I had the most amazing dream last night about Riff Raff...!' We'd both had an identical dream. We'd been together and seen Riff Raff come running across a field towards the room we were both in accompanied by a man and woman we didn't recognise. He ran through the doorway and we both shouted, joyfully 'look who it is!!!' as I swept him up into my arms. We cuddled him, he purred loudly and I felt his weight in my arms, and his familiar smell. I kissed him and it was just wonderful........ We both had the same dream, we remembered the same details. A few years later, when our diabetic cat Rocky was diagnosed with CRF, I saw Riff again. My US cat friends gave sub-q fluids to their CRF cats at home and at the time, this was almost unheard of in the UK. I was lying awake, still in bed, one morning pondering how on earth I was going to tell my vet about this protocol and convince him we could do it... When suddenly, a large black and white cat (Riff) ran in through the door up to the bed and jumped up right next to me, staring down into my face. In my head, I heard him say - 'you have to do something NOW!!!!!'... Riff had died from CRF.

Our beloved diabetic/CRF cat Rocky was diagnosed with inoperable cancer. He was a big soppy ginger and white boy, just gorgeous and the best patient in the world. Sadly he was PTS at home and we were devastated. The cat dynamic in the house changed, we went from three to two and our elderly lady cat was increasingly frail. We decided twe'd like to adopt a kitten, to help us in our grief and hopefully to give elderly Magenta and middle-aged Sam a new linterest in life. Rocky had been PTS on 8th April. Anyhow we didn't actively look for a new kitten and finally my Mum gave me a number from an advert in their local shop - good homes needed for kittens. I kept the number for a good week before ringing the lady. She said it had been a mixed litter of five and there was just one boy kitten left. He was ginger..... I said, please save him for us, we'll come tomorrow to see him. As I held this joyful little scrap of loudly meowing life in my arms I fell in love. The lady farmer said, I wrote his date of birth down for you, and handed me a bit of paper. I opened the paper, it said, 8th April.....

I've had various dreams with our cats in over the last 20 years. My Mum told me only very recently, that our elderly family cat (19 years old) who was PTS whilst I was away at Uni., came to visit her the next night. She was lying in bed unable to sleep and suddenly felt the unmistakable thump of a cat jumping up on the bed and walking up towards her....