I believe our first cat to ever cross came back a few weeks later in the form of a crow.

I woke up early one morning, not really knowing why, and when I went to the back sliding door, I saw our orangie cat, Nike, sitting calmly next to a very large crow. I was shocked at first, then felt at peace. After a few minutes, the crow flew off, and Nike sauntered up to the door. Since then he didn't appear to be as depressed when Sable first passed away.