Maylissa Posted October 11, 2005 Report Share Posted October 11, 2005 Eliza, and all those interested in ADC's from our furbabies,These are some of the more prominent ADC's I've been priveleged to receive from my furboy, Sabin, after he transitioned. He had always shown me, in so-called physical life, that the mind is not limited to any perceived attachment to the body and in his ADC's, he demonstrated that the love attachment is no different and that the essence of someone lives on, and continues to love. The signs I received from him were bigger, more continuous and easier to corroborate and believe in than any I've received since from either my Mother or brother...probably as fitting as I'd thought, since the love shared between me, him and his sister, Nissa, was/is the biggest and deepest I've known so far in my life. My beloved boy first showed me he was still around 1 or 2 days after he'd transitioned ( I was so tramatized, I never could remember later on which of the 2 days it was ), in the morning, in bed. I knew I'd already woken up for a few seconds because I could feel the bedclothes and hear my husband breathing next to me. I clearly felt Sabin tromping my hair and nuzzling my ear, as he'd sometimes done when we were in bed. This was my absolute favourite thing that he'd do, as he'd stick his snoot right into my ear and purr as he kneaded my hair. It was completely soothing to me and I'd always told him how much I adored this ritual. At first I thought it MUST be his sister, wondering if this was one of those phenomenas I'd heard about when one's remaining kidlets take on some of the habits of a transitioned companion. But when I opened my eyes a few seconds later ( once I remembered he wasn't there anymore - I think I may have 'invalidated' his visit by that thought ), she was nowhere near my head, but down on my legs fast asleep. I was both devastated that he wasn't here in the physical, yet flabbergasted that I'd actually had an ACD from him, and so soon! Then a few days later, both me and Nissa heard him clawing the carpet inside a closet he'd frequented, while I was washing up for bedtime. We heard it 2 or 3 times, for a few seconds each time, to the point where my eyes were round in amazement and anticipation. I had to actually open the door to satisfy Nissa, who looked somewhat alarmed but curious, so I know it wasn't just in my own head, from the constant yearning to be with him again. I honestly half-expected, from some wondrous miracle, to find him in there. A crushing blow when I didn't, yet again, it left me breathless with wonder and awe that he'd come through again, and this time for BOTH of us. ( probably because he knows his Mom can be pretty sceptical and scientific and wants proof all the time! )In the next few weeks, Nissa and I also kept hearing the sound of his paws hitting the second floor as if he was jumping down from his favourite spots to come join us downstairs as we were sitting on the couch together. This had been standard practise with the 3 of us, with Nissa often beginning our lap-time on my thighs, then Sabin joining us a bit later, shoving his poor sister further down my legs 'til she was on my shins, while HE took my comfier thighs....or sometimes even pushing her right OFF my legs so he could stretch out fully! So when we heard his jumps, we'd both get all goosey-necked, straining to look up the stairs, sure we'd be seeing him loping down any second. It broke my heart each time, as Nissa would look so crestfallen, too, just as I was, when Sabin didn't physically show up...the sound was so REAL, we both just expected a miracle every time! He also started sending me his age when he transitioned, all over the place, through the media usually, in print, on TV, on radio....it seemed I couldn't go through hardly a day w/o seeing or hearing it. He was 13 when he crossed over ( and was black cat, no less, but with a tiny white tip on the end of his tale, like a beacon. ) After months of this, I started marking down all the times I noticed it, and it was quite remarkable. When there was a day or two when I wouldn't see or hear it, I'd ask him to please send it to me again so I'd know he was still around and wouldn't panic about his absence and sure enough, the next day it would be there even more times than usual. The most indicative part about this was that one of his physical demonstrations of the mind not being 'trapped' in the body usually happened when I was panicking about his whereabouts.....then he'd show up! This has continued for over 5 years, and since the number 13 is usually considered unlucky by humans in North America, I've found it very strange that it was being used, or just happened, so often...from numbers of people in committees, to number of people killed somewhere, etc, etc, etc. I also heard his voice, as if it was human, talk to me a few times...usually short little statements as I was grieving, but thoroughly out of the blue, and always things that I'd NEVER tell myself because it wasn't like me, so aside from feeling it was him interrupting my thoughts, I sure knew it wasn't ME. Our 4th Christmas without him was very tough for me, and one morning I was REALLY missing him badly and asked him if he could visit me during the holidays. No sooner had I asked, when I started searching the radio for a station that was still playing Xmas music, and suddenly came upon this really obscure song from a Canadian film animation that I used to sing to him ( with a few personal word changes, to customize it ). The band playing it was right on the chorus, which was the only part I had ever sung. I KNEW it was him, getting his message to me over electronics again, which is a very common way for spirits to communicate. Being that it was such a weird little song, one that I'd written down in a book to honour him, one that most bands would NEVER sing, and yet here it was, on the radio, and at Christmas time, was so far beyond coincidence that I just knew immediately my boy was granting my heart-filled request. I was elated and it got me through the holidays, just knowing our 'Bud' was there with us. In other years during Christmas, I would often hear "Silent Night" somewhere, when I was having a hard time with missing him. For the first few years I couldn't listen to ANY Christmas music anymore, being that I'd always sung carols to him with my feline-versions of the words. This particular carol was my most-often-used one for Sabin, so to have it 'sneak' in somewhere when I was pointedly avoiding music seemed quite uncanny to me.He's also come in dreams at times, where the overriding feeling was always that, no matter the rest of the chaos going on in my dream, he was there with me, but beyond me having to worry about him, as he was completely SAFE now and nothing going on around us could change that....and I would relax, in my dream. Sometimes I would pick him up in my arms, experiencing once again the utter velvety silkiness of his fur, far beyond the way my mind simply remembered it in waking life ( he was known by all who touched him for his incredible fur ). My guy.....SUCH a force for love he is! He stubbornly and forcefully made us adopt him ( and his sister ) and in the same fashion convinced his equally-stubborn Mom that "The cat came back, no, he wouldn't go a...waaaaayy". I will miss him until the day I, too, am once again Spirit. "I dropped a tear into the ocean. The day you find it is the day I will stop missing you." ~author unknown~Eliza, I would love to also hear about your own ADC's from Winnie, or any of your other furbabies, if you care to share them. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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