I have had two of mine come back.
Hoodoo died in February 2004. About six months later I was sitting outside reading one evening when I saw him as plain as day. He ran up my driveway, looked at me, gave me his Happy Hoodoo grin, jumped over a pile of logs and was gone. It was so real that I actually walked over to make sure there wasn't a stray dog there.
Dominique drops in pretty regularly. Dom died on May 26, 2005. Her most favorite thing in the world was to knock over the dogs water bucket and make a big mess on the floor. We learned not to leave any water in it or Dom would make puddles! Even if there was no water in it, Dom tipped that bucket every day and played in it. Sometimes now the water bucket falls over for no reason. It's sitting on a perfectly flat floor away from anything or anyone who could knock it over, but it still falls. Every time it does, I say hi to her as I put it back upright. Even Stuart talks to her if he's the one picking up the bucket.
Both of their deaths were unexpected and traumatic. I believe they drop by to let me know they are ok again; that despite the nature of their deaths, their spirits survive somewhere and they are happy. I have another bridge kid, Twicket, a remarkable cat who died in my arms just a few months shy of 16th birthday. No trauma, no struggle, just an old cat who's body failed him. It was peaceful and gentle. Twicket has never come back (yet). I believe he doesn't have to. I miss him terribly and love him deeply, but his death was not as hard for me as the others. I've never questioned if Twicket is ok again, so he has no need to show me that he is. I do believe Twicket arranged for Kasha to come to me--she's another senior kitty who looks a bit like Twicks.
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