Reply #11: I had a dream about my cat Maggie after she died. [View All]

[Cleita]

Maggie had been left in a cardboard box in my husband's convertible. He had left the top down and he almost threw the box away, but decided to look inside it. She was so young, I estimated that she was about ten days old. So I became her surrogate mother, bottle feeding her, every few hours even in the middle of the night and helping her to do her bodily functions until she became old enough to do them herself. She lived to be fifteen and my husband came home from work one day and found her dead. He buried her before I got home to save me the grief, but I regretted not being there with her in her last hours.

About a week later I dreamt about her. I found myself in a beautiful house with a stairway of polished wood. The dream was so real I could feel the texture of the polished wood bannister. The room the staircase was in was very large with french windows opening to the outdoors. Since there was no furniture in the house, I sat on the stairs. Then she came down the stairs and got into my lap. I petted her while she purred. Her fur felt very soft, very real, like it always had. Then she abruptly jumped off my lap and trotted up the staircase. Then something woke me up.

I told my husband about the dream and he smiled saying, "Are you telling me that Maggie is now living in her own mansion"? It sure seemed like it was so. I told him it didn't have any furniture, but he remarked that a cat wouldn't really need any furniture.