Henry went to the Bridge on Labor Day 2002. He was just a bit over 2 years old. I still cry when I think about him – he was so full of life and love.
A month later we adopted Abigail (Abby). So we were back to 5, and all was peaceful and quiet – more or less – until the middle of March 2003.
It was a weekend. Saturday afternoon, I was standing at the kitchen sink and out of the corner of my eye I saw Abigail, on the counter, heading for the refrigerator. I figured she was going up to the top of the cupboards for a nap. But when I turned to look up – no cat. And when I went looking for Abby, I found her sound asleep, on the bed in the back bedroom.
Later that day, I was in the hall bathroom, at the sink, in front of the mirror. Again, I sensed/saw Abby walking behind me. She was obviously heading for the bath tub. We keep a pail full of water there for the times the power goes off and we need to flush – we have a well and no power means no water. Once again, when I turned, there was no Abby. And I found her in the cellar.
Sunday afternoon: we are sitting on the couch, reading the paper. We both hear the sound of a cat running across the front deck – we’ve heard that sound millions of time since moving to this house. I go to the front door, expecting to let Duffy in – only there is no cat at the door. And there are no footprints in the snow that fell over night!!
By now I know – it is Henry, come back for a visit. Douglas is a bit skeptical, but has no other answer. BTW, Abigail and Henry have similar markings – each has dark and white in the same areas of the body.
I was delighted – Henry had come back to tell us that all was well; he was okay. It was only later in the week that I realized his true reason for returning. We didn’t know it on the weekend, but Bernadette was going to The Bridge on Thursday. Henry had come to tell her all would be fine; he would see her there.
Over the past 2 years, I have sensed Henry’s presence on more than one occasion. Just last week, I heard him running across the roof of the house – the only cat we’ve had that ever did that.
I wonder if any of you have ever been visited by the spirit of a RB cat? Or am I nuts?
