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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 thundering 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. He waited until I 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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