Dead pets do comeback to visit you if you really loved them and miss them.

Back in 2011, I was 28, been out of job for 5 years and was living on my savings. Growing up I was never really into cats and never thought kittens were cute. Ive always loved puppies and dogs.

On Oct 2011, I heard cats fighting in my parents back yard at night so I opened the door and I saw my first real lifs kitten running away. He looked to be about 10 weeks old. He was black and looked so fuzzy. Turned out he was fighting with his sister for the bugs. I felt so sorry and worried about them so weeks later I started to buy them dry food on a weekly basis.

I normally left the dry food out for them to eat. At the time I was new with cats and didn't understand what would happened if I fed cats. Well fast forward, they brought all their friends and by the winter of 2012 there were 14 cats all from the neighborhood that came to eat the dry food I had placed outside.

Took money out of my own pocket and time to trap them and get them all fixed as well. Thought everything was great until 2013. One of the cats showed up to my parents feeding station with a limp. I saw on the survalence camera live how she was limping and couldn't move. she ate and stayed at one place for 2 hours to relax. Normally she just ate and left. I finally was able to trap her 3 days later, that was one of the most stressful days of my life by the way.

Took her to the vet and the vet showed me x-rays of what happened to her leg. It was snapped in half because someone shot her with a pellet gun. You can still see the metal debris in the x-rays. The vet said it would cost 1.5k to perform surgery on her leg which meant they will add a metal bar in her leg.

I was like what the fuck, I don't even know this cat. It's just some random feral in the neighborhood. I said fuck it, let's do it. I didn't even have a place of my own to move this cat in with me. I was living at home with Mom and Dad and I knew it was an automatic no no. I knew my mom would be pissed too. But when you love something, you'll find a way to make it work no matter what.

I didn't ask my mom or my dad but I just moved her in the sun room, bought a portable ac, decorated the sun room with cat trees and cat toys and she was set. My parents were fucking pissed when they came home and saw that I had adopted a cat. I didn't care what they said or how much yelling I took, for some reason I loved this cat.

I wasn't able to rescue the other 13 but I loved all of them as well and from 2013 to 2018, I've been with this cat every day in the sun room. I know when she's walking by my leg without seeing her. I know when to pet her when she's on the corner of my eye.

Well, in 2018, one of the 13 outdoor cats that I was feeding had a cold. I took him to the vet and he was misdiagnosed and ended up dying. Before he died, I took him home and made an empty room in my parents house for him. Yes you can bet my parents were pissed again. I really loved him. He was insperable from his son. After he died, my life took a bad turn. It sunk me into really bad depression.

I came to the realization that if God can make him on this physical plane that we live, God can make him again in the next life. One day, a week after he died, I started seeing what I thought was my cat , Mary at the corner of my eye. I reached out to pet her, and I'm like, that's strange she's not there. I turn my head only to see her on her cat tree. I kept seeing a cat in the corner of my eye just walk by throughout the area just thinking it was my cat but when I call out for her, she was totally in a different are. I reason why I kept thinking it was my cat is because they were both the same pattern. Cow cats. I didn't think anything of it until I heard a lady talk about how pets someone's visit us after they have died. It didn't occur to me that it was him until this year. I know it was him because I felt and saw the presence of a cat thinking it was my cat but it was his spirit.

And yes, I'm 36 now and yes I do have a stable job. But at this point, sometimes I'm at work and think about him it makes me cry.