Thanks

Dear Brent:

Thank you for contacting me and adding me as a friend. I just read your story and I must say that I agree with everything you say!! Most importantly the "there are no coincidences" .... I was just telling someone that the other day...as I also do not believe in coincidence!!

I lost my best friend "Kato" this past August 15, 2007. He has come back to me in spirit several times already and has also left little signs for me. I have his dog food bowl and toys in my bedroom on the floor...so he knows that he is not forgotten and I am here anytime he wants to come back. I was in Ireland and England last April thru July ...for what was supposed to be a much longer trip. He communicated with me while I was there and I knew I had to come back to the states. Although he never seem to be slowing down...he very suddenly passed away 6 weeks later.

When I went to get a dog from the Humane Society in 1993 ...I was actually going there to pick up another dog I had spotted...and when I pulled into the parking lot...there he was!! A family had "Kato" on a leash...I thought they just adopted him...but thought in my head..."no I never saw that dog in there!" Anyway we began talking and come to find out that they had found Kato stuck in a ditch in Sudan, Texas at a rest area with a broken leg. They had nursed him back to health and were going to put him into the Humane Society. I said immediately ...."well I will take him" I got in my truck ..he jumped right on my lap just like old times....familiar buddies just as you say!! I know we had been together before!! I could tell you more...but I am sure you know what I mean. I know my pets have reincarnated several times...and through my work as a "Pet Psychic" I have discovered that some animals even come back into your lives as different animals...ie. a pet rabbit you have in childhood comes back as a dog in your adult life. When I do psychic readings for some of my clients, they are always shocked when they may be asking about their current pet dog and I ask..."did you have a small white cat as a young child?"...they answer "yes" and I get to tell them..."this is the same animal!!" It is very comforting to know that our pets are also our guardian angels and are with us in many parts of our lifetime to teach and guide us.

I would like to add one last thing, which is something that is truly very personal to me. In the past I had only shared it with my closest friends when Kato passed away. I hope you will enjoy the following "excerpt" from an email I had sent to all my friends:

On the morning following his death my mom and I woke up close to 10 am. We both got up …she went into the kitchen and I went into the bathroom…. moments later there was a huge crashing sound. I thought my mom dropped some pots and pans in the kitchen and she thought I fell down somehow in the bathroom. We both came running into the living room and asked each other if we were okay and what had happened. Well neither one of us had an accident…we then suddenly noticed that the floor fan had been knocked over …and we immediately said in unison...“Kato”. There is no way the fan could have fallen over and I even picked up the fan and knocked it over hard…. but still it didn’t make that big of a noise…. I know absolutely it was Kato! Then two hours later I was out sitting by his grave crying nonstop wondering if he was okay. My mom walked out of the house and said, “Here I think Kato wanted you to have this”. I looked at her thinking, “what are she talking about?” She handed me a small card and said that she was inside cleaning up a bit and was moving some books and this small card fell out of one of them…. this is what the card said:

SAFELY HOME

I am home in Heaven, dear ones;
Oh, so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty
In this everlasting light.


All the pain and grief is over,
Every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in heaven at last.

Did you wonder I so calmly
Trod the valley of the shade?
Oh! But Jesus’ love illumined
Every dark and fearful glade.

And He came Himself to meet me
In that way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus’ arm to lean on,
Could I have one doubt or dread?

Then you must not grieve so sorely,
For I love you dearly still:
Try to look beyond earth’s shadows,
Pray to trust our Father’s Will.

There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand;
Do it now, while life remaineth-
You shall rest in Jesus’ land.

When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you Home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting,
Oh, the joy to see you come!



Thank you for taking the time to read this and honoring my dog Kato. I always get very "teary eyed" when I read this little poem as he was and is very special to me and I feel so very lucky to know him. He touched many people and I hope he touched you with this little story.

Well as there are no coincidences...thanks for contacting me as perhaps it is a gentle reminder that my little Kato will come back soon!!

(He is the one in my profile picture)

Thanks very much,
Kathleen A. McCoy

I can so relate to your story as my Annie recently left this physical world and still has much to do with helping others and their furry friends. I do thank you for sharing your story.

I have only shared this with a handful of people. I do not need to have this reafirmed

because I know it to be true. I am posting this because I hope there is someone who can be

reasured by this and I want to share for the first time with another who may understand

instead of just accept. I found this site by chance today so I will take a chance and share

a private piece of my life with you.

I took down this short account about 3 years ago for my diary. It is not possible for me

to fully explain in words or to express the sheer happiness, bliss and gratitude that I

feel daily for having my little girl with me again. I cry everyday with joy. I know oneday

I will be without her again but in the same aspect I know there is always the chance that

she will come back to me again this life and if not now then another life.






I’m going to take you back several years to start at the begining. In summer of 1991 I

recieved the greatest gift of my life, though at the time I was unaware of that fact. My

husband had taken my brother along with him to go pick up a free cat from the siamese

family. I remember to this day how shocked I was when they entered with a large box covered

with a towel. The way they dropped the box on the carpet staggering back with great speed

is what alarmed me so much. As they caught their breath, I extended my hand to pull the

towel back. The verbal warning from my husband came too late. I jumped back from the

hissing creature barely escaping with only a mild scratch. I glared at my husband and told

him I wanted no part in that demon cat. I had no idea why he got the creature but I was

confident that he would change his mind about keeping her.

The cat hid for three days hissing whenever anyone came near her. On the night of the

third day I was in my bedroom curling my hair when all of a sudden I felt something soft

and furry brush against my leg. I looked down expecting to see our himalayn Alex but froze

in fear when I realized it was the siamese cat. I couldnt believe it but she was purring

and rubbing against me with a loving tendency. Now I am a cat lover but I have never been

fond of siamese, especially this cat that seemed like a wild terror. My experience with

them had been bad. I had also just suffered the loss of my main coon Smokey who had been

stolen. I wasnt looking or wanting to bond with another cat right now but something special

happened that night. She chose me.


The cat didnt have a name. She had been called only kitty kitty. As I pondered upon

that, I decided the only fitting name could be kiki. When you say kitty kitty really fast,

it sounds like kiki. I didnt want to confuse her anymore and the name seemed to fit her.

Now I will say that her attitude didnt change that quick. Kiki had been in heat and I found

out very soon that she was by no means the sweet loving cat she had appeared to be that

night she came to me. I found out she had been abused by the children of her previous home.

Naturally she wasn’t safe to be around children but with time she grew acustommed to my

nephew and friends children. She had only to look at them and they stayed away from her.


We grew closer with each passing day but it took years before she stopped drawing her

claws totally. Every once in awhile she would scratch me. Whens she wanted her time, she

let me know it. I was told she was 11 months old when I got her. We had a tomcat named Baby

that was an outside cat but he got Kiki pregnant. It was the most amazing experience to me

to watch her give birth but I was heartbroken when one of the babies was stillborn. When

she took it in her mouth to eat it, I panicked and took it from her. I was crying and very

upset. I know it is a cats natural instinct to eat a stillborn but I couldnt bear to see

that happen. After I spoke with my husband, I realized I should not have interfered with

the nature of this and though with sadness, I placed the kitten back down to her head. Kiki

looked up at me with her big blues eyes and I swear she saw deep into my soul because she

took her nose and pushed the kitten back to me and licked my hand with a soft purr.


I had not had any children yet and wasnt even sure if I could but it didnt matter to me

because kiki was my child, my baby. I loved her as a mother would a child. I know that may

seem hard to comprehend for some and none of my family or friends could understand the

depth in wich I loved her. I delayed getting her spayed because I wanted to breed her with

my himalayn. I didnt expect the difficulty though that she would have delivering the

kittens. I stayed at her side for 36 hours of labor but I realized she needed medical

attention.I dropped her off at the hostpital and went home to take care of her new kittens.

She was released after several days and this only brought us closer.



As the years went by we shared more and more of our life together. The simple act of

dragging one of Kiki’s toys around for her to play wih gave me more pleasure than anything.

I was always telling everyone that Kiki wasnt a cat. She acted like a human in all she did

and though maybe we didnt actually speak the same language, we communicated better than my

husband and myself did. Kiki was my joy in life. My husband loved her almost as much as I

did and she was the one thing that kept us together.


My friends couldnt understand how I felt about Kiki but they accepted it. She was my

little baby. When everything else in my life was full of confusion, she was the bright ray

of light that kept me going. In the ninth year of her life with me she began to slow down.

She seemed healthy but I had a growing supicion of fear that she would be leaving me soon.

I tried to ignore it and make rationaliztions. I was so terrified that I wouldnt be able to

handle it when she did die that I would take time everyday trying to ready myself for it.

There was no symptoms that something was wrong. She seemed only to be growing old but deep

inside I knew and was terrified.




The following year at the end of January, Kiki started acting funny. She didnt show any

signs of something being wrong except constipation. I gave her some of her medicine and

waited to see if I needed to take her to the vet. I remember the night clearly because my

husband and I were fighting as usual and he had left. I was on the computer talking to a

friend about Kiki. I was really worried but I felt sure after my conversation with my

friend that all would be alright. My husband came back and we fought again. Kiki didnt like

it when we fought and she would go into hiding. I assumed that was what she was doing that

night because she went in back of the couch. I was tired and drained so I decided to go to

bed. I called Kiki but she wouldnt come out and my husband was still yelling so I just

reached down and pet her head, blowing her a kiss and telling her I loved her. Kiki usually

slept at my head and would follow me when I went to bed, but I left the door open anyway

that night for some reason and though it didnt change anything, I am grateful that I did

for my on peace of mind.


I awoke the next morning early from a nightmare, a cold feeling in the pit of my

stomach. Tears forming in my eyes before I stepped into the livingroom and saw my worst

fear had come true. Kiki was laying on her back on the couch. Stiff with dull lifeless

eyes. At that moment my heart was ripped out. I heard myself screaming but I couldnt stop

even though I was gasping for breath. That day a part of me died. The grief that filled me

was utterly consuming. For days, I did nothing but cry. I couldnt sleep, eat or even

pretend to care about anything. My life was destroyed. The one thing that meant most to me

in this world was gone, taken away from me so cruely. You haft to understand, I had no

children. Kiki was my child, my life. I couldnt explain the bond we shared or the pain I

was feeling because everyone said it wasnt normal to grieve like this for just a pet. Well

I didnt question it because I knew kiki wasnt just a pet to me. I knew what I felt and I

knew my life would never be the same again.


Anyone who has lost a loved one, a child at that will understand but you see I had never

had loss before and it was my only fear in life. I have always had many pets and loved them

all but nothing like the way I loved kiki. I became withdrawn and went into a deep

depression. I wanted to give up on life and die. There wasnt anything now to keep my

marriage from falling apart. We loved eachother but we were never meant to be husband and

wife and I had always known this but he had needed me, and I knew it would have torn Kiki

up for us to seperate. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. I pushed everyone away and I began

turning more and more to the computer to escape my pain. I stopped sharing anything about

Kiki with everybody because no one understood. All my friends and family thought I was

unstable and to be honest, I finally began questioning myself. How could I love a cat like

a child? How could my life become nothing with the loss of a pet? Answers evaded me. All I

knew was what I felt in my heart.


As the months past me by I began to live again but only in a shell of who I was. I had

given up. I did what I had to do to survive and that was it. I met a man online whom I

became good friends with. We talked and shared our dreams realizing we had so much in

common. Over the next few months, this man helped me to heal. He gave me a reason to want

to live again. It was fate. I met my soul mate and we fell in love. He saved me in more

ways than one. He gave me the will to love and live again and be happy.


Well as these last few years have past my special gifts have gotten stronger. I see

visions now, of past lives, of spirits, of things to happen. I can feel what other people

feel. I can even hear sometimes what another person is thinking. Many things have happened

to me. I have learned that we repeat lessons we havent learned in each lifetime. We haft to

learn from our mistakes so we can go on and we dont relive the same pain each new life.


This story began a long time ago and carried through many years to the present...
I’ll begin in the present. I have been so depressed cause I never had a child and will

never have one. I’ve been thinking alot of Kiki and many things about my life. I began to

have more visions. I knew Kiki had been a soul that was connected to me in other lives.

Kiki has been on my mind alot lately and I was remembering the morning I found her on the

couch where she died. I could see her clearly but then the vision changed and instead I saw

a small beautiful child in the same position that Kiki was in on the couch looking like she

was asleep but I knew she was dead. Then I knew what it meant.
It all made sense now, the depression I went into after kiki died, the overpowering love I

had for her that no one understood. Kiki was my child. She had been in other lives and she

was given to me again in this life. My child, my baby and I lost her. I began trying to find

out why I lost her and why I didnt have her in a child form but a cat instead. I started

seeing into my past lives.I had help from a friend.

I had Kiki in a life in England. I was a Wealthy Lady named Victoria who was sickly and

very fragile. When I gave birth to her she was fragile like me at the time and she died

from heart failure at age six. I grieved myself to death and died shortly after.
In one life I was a Scotish woman with long flowing brown hair. I witnessed my husband

murder another man and I ran away with help, for fear of him killing my child and myself. I

escaped in the night into the woods covered in a scarlett cloak. I remember running scared

to death for my child. I stopped for a moment to rest and I watched a pack of wolves race

over a fallen log before I past out by a tree and awoke to find the old wise woman living

in a secluded tree cave like structure hidden in the woods. I gave birth to my child there

and stayed for a short time but I knew he was after me and I couldnt allow him to hurt my

child. I left her with the old woman, and I in fear and desperation disappeared to save my

child. Years later I saw her only once more when I went back to the old woman to get

Allyssa back and she denied me my child and disapeared. I never saw her again and

eventually I again died from a broken heart.

In another life I was a mother and wife. My husband was abusive to me and when I divorced

him, he kidnapped my little girl to punish me and though I searched everywhere, I never

found her.Again I grieved for she was my whole life. I didnt want to live without her. I

survived to keep looking for her but I stopped living and as the years past eventually

once more I died of a broken heart.


I had not learned my lesson so the same thing kept happening to me. I had to learn that

there is still life after my childs death. That I do still have a reason to go on and live

and a purpose. If I didnt learn that then history would repeat itself again in my next

life.I learned that this life. I almost failed and up until recently I would have but I

know now and I wont let it happen again.I have been grieving even more so after finding all

this out and I had wished I had never delved into my past lives. I was warned that it could

effect my present life but I didnt believe it, now I do because I have never felt the utter

agony and pain that I have felt in this life before, though close when Kiki died. Now it

was compounded by all the times my daughter died and my guilt.

I still couldnt let Kiki go, I even had thought of calling to her and asking her to come

to me, praying I would have another chance, hoping beyond hope I might could be given a

second chance with her as my child again in this life. Then something even more

unbelievable happened. She came to me, now I have always been able to see orbs which are

spirits but in small colored floating balls and even seen a shadowy impression of spirits

but I saw her fully like a picture. She was about 16 years old with shoulder length blonde

hair, very beautiful. She talked to me. I could hear her in my mind. She came because I

called her and though she wanted to stay with me, she could not. She said I had to let her

go because she couldnt leave until I let her and it wasnt meant for her to be here now. I

was hurting her by trying to keep her here. She also told me that next time she may not be

my child but could be my mother or someone else close to me before she was allowed to come

back as my child again. Her soul is older than mine. I am a younger soul.

Anyway, I called my friend and told her and she also said though it would be hard I had

to let Kiki go. I asked to hold her once more and she came to me as my little four year old

girl Allyssa and wrapped her arms around me. I could feel her little hands clasping around

my neck. I told her how I would always love her. I cried and then I let her go. It hurt

worse than anything in my whole life but it also was the most happiest moment as well. How

many woman get a second chance to hold their child who had died and left this world. As

long as I live I will never forget the feeling.

As the last 3 years past I still thought often of Kiki and it brought a smile to my

face, bittersweet, yes but a smile nontheless. I got my husband two pugs a little over a

year ago. He had been wanting a dog and it was so weird how the oportunity appeared that I

felt it was meant.I was afraid he was getting suspicious so the day before i went to pick

up the little male pug, we went to a pet shop down the street and I asked when they would

be getting a pug in if at all. I only asked to throw my husband off track but the girl told

me to my surprise that they would have one tomorrow morning. I was really surprised and

that made it look oh so much more obvious but I kept up the ruse and thought I would stop

by on the way to pick up the male I had already planned to get.


I walked in with no intention of buying the dog but I wanted to look. As I walked up to

the cage, a line was already formed around it and everyone was trying to get the little pug

to come to them and when I say little, I really mean it. I looked down at her and she was

so tiny, smaller than a 6 week old cat, and at that moment she looked up at me and ran

straight to me so I scooped her up and as those big brown eyes peered into mine I knew she

was special and it was meant for me to get her. I felt it. So I bought her and went to go

look at the other pug, very nervous because now I might be bringing home two dogs and I

didn’t want my husband to have a stroke.



The little female was named Mia, which funny enough means mine and the male Snod. I

found myself once again loving a pet like a child. Mia seemed to be able to look at me and

speak to me and I with her. I felt like Kiki came back to me again but I was told by a

friend that she couldn’t when I last saw Kiki. I just couldn’t shake the feeling though and

then May, my childhood friend who was a spirit and actually supposed to have been my twin

in this life, stayed on my mind alot. I wondered why she never came back to me and why I

couldn’t talk to her as strong as my gifts have gotten and then it all came to me in

visions.


Mia was Kiki and my child from all my past lives. I changed something I assume by

accepting the loss of her fully and sincerely but for whatever reason I had my baby back

again and I realized that May had also been my child in the past lives and Kiki and Mia in

this one. I have had my child three times in this life time, though not human, still in

spirit, my child that I lost so many times in my past lives. I finally passed the test this

time and stopped history repeating itself.



I do not question it now. I just accept it and am grateful everyday for this gift!