The Howie dream

I don't think I ever ran this one by you guys. You know I'm not a believer but maybe you can have some fun with it.
My cat Howie used to be an outside cat. He preferred it and I didn't want to interfere. At the time he wasn't really my cat, just a neighborhood castoff that I fed and he hung out here a lot. Oh and I got him vaxxed and fixed. I say he wasn't my cat but he was my buddy. We connected. He'd hang out and watch me work on my 300zx. We played "Howie the jungle cat" in the neighbors flower garden. I'd ride my bike and he'd race me. Or we'd just sit in the back yard and chill. He had his own chair. Actually they were all his chairs in his view
One day he disappeared and after a week I was really worried. I scoured the neighborhood streets and asked anyone and everyone if they'd seen him. I confronted a guy on the next street who was said to be trapping cats and relocating them because he thought they were eating the rabbits that had recently been introduced into the neighborhood. Ironically this same guy later began trapping and relocating the rabbits after he began to see them as a nuisance. People Anyway he swore he hadn't trapped Howie. I only half believed him. Weeks went by and I continued my search but I didn't expect to see Howie again. During the fifth or sixth week he was missing I woke up in the middle of the night. I'd dreamed I saw a cat running down a road at night. In dream fashion I knew the cat was tired and had traveled a long distance trying to get home and that he was getting close. I couldn't get back to sleep so I went out in the back yard and sat down. Quite a while later I heard a cat jump up on the fence and looked up and it was Howie.
Prophetic?

When I was a child, I had a dog (a beagle mix?) She was brown & white with black patches around the eyes. We lived in an older home that had a large open front porch. We found her, as a puppy, curled up asleep one morning beside the front door... (even though the next door neighbors had a partially enclosed front porch with a couch on it.) No one in the neighborhood knew anything about her. So we kept her & I named her Sandy. She slept on my bed at night.

I don't recall how long I had had her when suddenly she disappeared one day. (Back then, dogs ran loose in the neighborhoods.) She must have been gone for at least a week or two... maybe more. One morning I was still in bed. (My bedroom was upstairs.) I heard my father's voice saying something like: "Go ahead... go on up..." A few seconds later Sandy came bounding up the stairs & jumped up on my bed! It was a happy day!

Years later, we had moved out into the country. As Sandy had aged she had developed a spot on one side where no hair grew. People didn't take pets to the vet the way they do today... plus we were poor... vet bills were something to be avoided. (As far as that goes, doctor & dentist bills were something to be avoided.) I don't recall why, but at some point my parents decided to break down & take Sandy to a vet. It was a warm sunny day. As we were getting ready to leave, I went out the back door to get Sandy. She was laying beside the house on one side in the sun... dead.... We buried her somewhere out in the "back 40". The Skeezyks does not cry... but he's crying as he writes this...

Thank you both for sharing these stories ... Most of my pets growing up were destroyed by my abusers in order to hurt me ... Pfrog looks forward to the day she can afford to own and care for some furry four legged friends and not have to worry about someone doing something evil to them just to get at me!

Yes, George, that dream was definitely prophetic and I'm glad you went out there when you did because how awesome that had to be to actually be there when Howie arrived!

And, Skeezyks, thank you for sharing yours too ... A tear or two rolled down my cheek for you as I read it, and I think Sandy knew it was time and wanted to be somewhere familiar instead of in a clinical setting ... Just like most people prefer to be at home instead of in a durn hospital or nursing home when it's their time.

((( Hugs For All Of Us! )))



PS ... I don't think we have to be believers in order to have ESP and/or Premonitions ... These are just gifts the Universe has bestowed upon us!

Thanks to both of you. Skeezyks, I have a feeling we grew up under very similar conditions. My family didn't do the vet thing either. My memory of my first pet is watching him get run over. That's all I know about that. My second pet was a bulldog named Sam. Sam was a good dogs as bulldogs ago. But he learned to climb the fence and roam. The neighbors didn't like that. I can understand that. My last memory of Sam is watching him chase after our car as my dad drove off. My dad had packed up my youngest sister and I along with my mother and drove far out into the country and put Sam out. Nice of him to allow us to ride along. I have tears too. To me death is anger mixed with sadness. And I have seen way too much of it. Howie and I have a connection I don't think I could explain. Two creatures who can't quite make sense of our respective species and probably don't belong. Howie moreso than myself. Howie has a much more noble soul than I have. Howie doesn't understand why there is violence and meanness but he has a lot more forgiving nature that I have. I have realized today that Howie has probably been sick longer than I admitted. I don't think I saw it or wanted to admit it because of what Chet went through. I have no doubt I can handle what's coming but I also know just as surely that I will no longer be the same person afterwards.
I am so sorry about what you had to go through Pfrog. I don't understand how those people could do that. It just seems to be the way of the world too much of the time. I hope you get what you want.
Yes, I think that was Howie in that dream. I don't know how and I don't know wh I believe it because I am not the type of person to believe something like that. I have no other explanation. And yes I couldn't tell you how good it was when I finally accepted that it was Howie looking over the fence at me. Thought I was in a dream. I wish he could tell me the story but it's enough that he made his way back

Prophetic? Yes.

Yes... and I HOPE you have taken Howie into YOUR HOME as YOUR PET TO KEEP....

This happened quite a while back omegalamed... 3 years? Maybe longer. He's been a virtual prisoner since then