I went to bed the 23rd really missing my kitties. They took care of me when needed and said good-bye when I was strong and ready to say good-bye. Missed them so much I cried a little.
Kyphie slept with my husband and Buddy slept with me. Kyphie left us first shortly after one of my miscarriages; hung around to heal me.
Buddy left us a year and a month after my daughter was born. He helped me through my panic attacks; went to bed with me every night sleeping at my head resting his paw on my head to comfort me.
I missed them the other night, their purring and prickly rough kisses. Missed feeling like I was being taken care of and watched over.
While returning home from an evening walk through a Christmas lit neighborhood, my husband told me he swore he saw Kyphie on our stairs just sitting. I hadn't told my husband how I thought about them the night before.
Even our pets can and do visit, they're here to still watch over.