Jake told me this the day we had to put Bigotes down. I told him that I had had dreams all the night before of all of us standing in a room, crying and saying good-bye. I had dismissed it as negative thinking—in retrospect, I think it was God trying to prepare me for what was to come.
Last night I had another dream. Somehow Bigotes had come back to us. (I’ve been dreaming about him a lot lately). In this dream, I was holding him, and crying. We were going though it all over again. We had to put him down, again. Except, this time he could talk to me. Well—communicate his thoughts. He assured me everything would be okay, and everything would work out. He told me not to worry. I asked him if he’d watch over me, and he promised he would. i felt him leave me physically and join me spiritually.
i know what some of you must be thinking: He’s a cat. It was a dream.
Yes, he was a cat. In his physical form here on earth, he was a cat. A long-hair domestic. Spiritually, he was always more of a lion. He had what one of my best friends would call “little [cat] syndrome” He believed he was a lot bigger than he was (and he was pretty big). Yes, it was a dream. But many prophets were communicated to in dreams—why not a common girl by her common cat? Jake and I aren’t having the easiest time with no money and no jobs. Needless to say, i’ve been worried about the whole situation, perhaps this dream is just God’s way of comforting me. He gave me that sweet cat to comfort me in life, why not allow his comfort to continue even after he has moved on? Whether it was God or it was—as Scrooge would say—“a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, [or] a fragment of an underdone potato,” the dream gave me comfort.
This picture—a surprise for me concocted by Jake and executed by his wonderful Grandma Hibbert—hangs over our bed. I really feel that he watches over me. He’s my little guardian angel…with paws :)
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