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The cat, the urn and the dream



When I saw this pottery jar I knew it was the perfect place for his ashes.

Black cats running through misty fields – surely one of them is my angel kitty, Dickens. When he’s not playing in fields of green, I know he’s flying through the starry skies with all his angel friends.



It’s funny – I always thought his closest angel buddy would be Jake, the beloved dog I lost in 2006. After all, it was Jake who found Dickens and his sisters 12 years ago.

But last night I had a dream about Martha, the magical dog who started me on my writing journey. I used to dream about Martha all the time…now she shows up when she has something to tell me.



In the dream, she was running next to my car as I drove near a highway. We came to an on-ramp and suddenly she veered left onto the ramp and headed onto I-84. “I’ve got to merge” she told me. “Dickens.”

Then POOF – she was gone!

And I knew she was on her way to see my beloved sweet boy.

Lovely….

Purrs,

Chris

2 Comments

portraitsofanimals
posted on August 31, 2010 Reply

Amazing, absolutely amazing.

And what a lovely urn! I’ll have to show it to Deb Chebatoris!

Chris Davis
posted on August 31, 2010 Reply

Thanks, Bernadette – I really love this urn. And Martha stopping by was such a wonderful surprise!

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