In 2005, a new member came to my family. A black male kitten, with green eyes, could finally see me. I decided that I would keep him, and name him Shadow. Shadow was always by my side. We would run in woods, sneak in the house, everything best friends would do. He was the perfect pet companion.
But on January 2006, changes came and they came at what seems to be, the wrong time. Shadow came home with only 3 legs. Possibly, he got hit by a car. I was upset by this, but proud because he kept living, and he also kept watching, and following me.
But, in Febuary 2006, Shadow died under my house. I cried, of course. He was my best friend, and he still is. I can still hear his meows, purrs, feel him rubbing against my back, and hear the jingling bell from his ripped collar. I can hear his feet running through the woods, and I know he's there. He's my angel kitten, and he always will be.
Now, I have 3 cats. Romeo, Spencer and Samm. Sometimes I see them staring at the strangest things, but I know it's just Shadow.
When I sleep with Spencer and Romeo, with Samm, by my bed side, I can feel Shadow's body right beside mine.
Have you had an experience like this, it would be great to know!