I dreamed early this morning about my ‘gone walk-about’ cat Gray-gray.
His beautiful geen eyes shining happily in contrast to the block colour of his mid-grey fur.
He was sniffing his older sister cats; Pokey the honey-comb & black tortoise-shell, and
Evie and Trina. The dream closed and I fell back into a deep sleep.
My outer mind is trying to understand what this dream is saying!
It’s 9.30 in the morning, I am wide awake – and I have just remembered and recounted the dream to husband! Those older, sister cats, had already passed on; so I believe that this dream is like an email to my heart saying, that our Gray-gray has passed away. I sit here typing with tears pouring down my face, not sad, not happy either – just mourning my Gray cat. I miss him so much! I couldn’t let myself miss him, until I knew where he was. Now, I know!!
I’ve always had dreams about my cats. It’s like an inner telegraph service which tells me either, where they are or how they are. Same goes for my family members: children, brothers, sisters, parents. Everyone that I love!!
OK! It’s done! My Gray-gray cat is safe, he’s gone to his creator.. ;D
I so miss you beautiful boy!
Your Mummy xxx