I hope this will help those of you who wonder about your pets after they have passed to spirit. Because, yes, animals have souls, no matter what some people might say. I am privileged to be able to communicate with spirit and this includes animals. I sometimes get a nagging sense of having to quickly find pen and paper and I receive poems that kind of "drop" into my head, I have to write them down very quickly. I am not a poet so I am sure these poems come from another place.
My two cats who went to spirit about 5 years ago often make their presence known to me, I get a glimpse of a little shape, I sometimes see sparkly lights in places they liked to be. A few nights before I let Chloe go, she was in her basket under my work table - wherever I went, she followed me. I saw lots of little bright sparkly lights dancing around her that night and convinced myself that she would be gone next morning, but when she woke next morning she was as bright as it was possible for her to be. I am sure though that my other cats had come to see her. Shortly after my William and Rosie went over the Rainbow Bridge at the beginning of 2010, less than 3 weeks apart, I received a poem from spirit. It was about Chloe. I hope you don't mind me sharing it with you.
The lady that Chloe had lived with was called Mary and she died in her bed and Chloe was shut in the house for a week before she was found. Chloe was used to being the only cat in the house so when I brought her to live with me it was a while before they all got on with each other, but she was a huge comfort to me when my other two left me. It was only when Chloe got ill that she began to come and sit on my lap for a cuddle, which was lovely because she had the softest fur imaginable. My little Calico Cat.
She stares at me, her amber eyes are filled with love and trust
Her fluffy coat a patchy mix of black and white and rust
Her owner died, whilst in her bed; this little cat was left
Alone, shut in, for seven long days, abandoned and bereft.
I didn’t want another cat; I had two of my own
But when she looked, with soulful eyes, I had to take her home.
Her owner gone, she needed me, to stroke her thick soft fur
And now I lost my darling cats, well me, I’m needing her.
She doesn’t come for cuddles and she doesn’t want a fuss
But she’s a sweet and gentle soul, this darling little puss
We don’t know where she came from, the only thing we know
Was when she turned up with her kits with nowhere else to go
At Mary’s home, in Liverpool, a shabby little house
She was a little alley cat; I swear she mews in Scouse
My lovable companion, together we can be
Chloe girl, you’re welcome, to share my home with me
So Mary if you’re watching, your little girl is fine
She’s happy and contented and I’m glad that she is mine.