November 19, 2007
Smoky's Return
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James Marshall, Invermere, British Columbia, Canada, January 1982
On Christmas morning, 1980 a beautiful American shorthair cat scratched on
my door. It seems he had been living with a man who had some aggressive
dogs. We took "Smoky" in. I contacted his owner and he said it was just fine
with him that Smoky had decided to live with us.
Over the next year Smoky became a beloved family member. It turned out that
Smoky developed a very serious urinary tract condition. I took Smoky to my
friend, the local veterinarian. Three times I observed Smoky being operated
upon. Each time the painful condition returned with Smoky constantly crying
in pain.
Eventually, I could no longer accept seeing him suffer. I had him "put down"
(a euphemism for killed). This happened one year later. On Christmas
morning.
A couple of weeks later, Smoky appeared at the foot of my bed. He was
surrounded by a sparkling black aura. I awakened my wife so that she could
experience this astonishing event. Smoky communicated to me telepathically
and he said, "I love you, Jim. Do not cry. I know you killed me out of love.
It is okay."
Smoky jumped down from our bed and my wife followed him down the hallway. He
disappeared.
Smoky came back. I have had many cats since, and each one was so special. I
think it is so. Love has no species bias.
