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I believe that animals are spiritual perfection and I have no doubt that I will be reunited with my pets
when I get to the other side. Merlin was a large majestic golden cat with a roaring purr. I found him when he was three weeks
old and bottle-fed him through infancy.
A feral tom attacked him a few years later and I found him unconscious
in the back yard. I held together his open bleeding neck while I waited on the kitchen floor for a home veterinary service
to arrive. He had surgery and made a full recovery. We had a strong bond—not many people bottle-feed their pets, or
have to put pressure on their pet’s jugular vein to keep him from bleeding to death.
Merlin slept with me
every night of his life. He waited until I had settled in, and then jumped on the bed to position himself against my legs.
He usually purred us to sleep. Years passed and he finally succumbed to renal disease at the age of sixteen.
On
the night after his death, I got into bed thinking how much I would miss my dear Merlin. Soon I felt something jump on the
bed and settle against my legs. I looked but saw nothing. And then I heard his booming purr. As I drifted towards sleep, I
knew that Merlin had come back to let me know that he was OK. Not only was he OK—-he would also be waiting for me to
come Home. Go to next page: After Death Communication
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