The summer Sydney died, we were in the south of France, walking in a quiet neighbourhood. Suddenly I saw a black cat just like our Sydney on a driveway! I called him, and he came a tiny bit closer, meowed, then he disappeared.

When we went to pick him up at the cat-hotel where he was staying during our trip, they told us he passed away, exactly on the day we saw him in France...

I've never told this to anyone, as most people would just make fun of me; but I know what I saw: my dear SYDNEY