Share your own favourite story?

Trinity

Hi

i hope this is an acceptable thread to start here? if not please feel free to bin it!!

i am not a 'devout' catholic but i like to think i am a good person, i believe in god and i thank him for all the things he has done for me. (some would call it luck, i call it the hand of god - i dont speak of money btw i didnt win the lotto!)

a quick example is i found my cat yesterday after four months. she was wild and i tamed her as a kitten. tamed her to the extent that she lived wit me and slept in my bed. i lost her when we moved, i let her out too soon and she never came back.

i was just driving by the same spot i pass everyday and there she was. 2 mins earlier or later i wouldnt have seen her. The strange twist is only the previous day i got a lump in my throat passing that spot as it was raining and i wondered if she found shelter or was she cold. That night i also dreamt of her.

She was very ill when i found her and all i could do was cry. I was full sure the vet was gonna put her down and i cursed and asked everybody why did i find her NOW only to have to let her go again.

that question was answered when she wasnt put down but the vet said because we caught it early she has a really good chance of making it. a bit longer she'd be dead.

thats why i found her now. despite looking for her in the same spot everyday. i found her when she needed me most. and trust me she was in dire need of immediate medical attention.

now to someone else that may seem silly, u mite say its just a cat but i love her like mad but to me thats just one of the things were i look up to the sky and say thank you.

do you have any similar stories of your own where you just knew it wasnt luck?

maitri

Trinity1 wrote:

now to someone else that may seem silly, u mite say its just a cat but i love her like mad but to me thats just one of the things were i look up to the sky and say thank you.

I don’t think it’s silly at all to love a cat!

And I am happy for you that you found her.:)

Trinity1 wrote:

The strange twist is only the previous day I got a lump in my throat passing that spot as it was raining and I wondered if she found shelter or was she cold. That night I also dreamt of her.

Isn’t that strange when such things happen? Maybe you are a little bit clairvoyant?;)

I tamed a pretty wild cat once too. Took me almost a year (as she was very aggressive in the beginning). Once she disappeared during winter and was away in the cold for ten days. I thought that she was dead because it was Norwegian winter and very cold, but then I dreamt that we found her and that she was dirty and sick. And the very next day my mother found her - dirty and sick and very happy to be united with her family and home again – and she recovered all right.

Hug to you and your cat!

Maitri

UU

Well I remember the time my great-grandmother passed away. It was a dark and rainy day. I cried at the beginning because she was like a second mother to me especially when I was a child. Then when sitting in the church during her lovely funeral (yes, they played her favourite music, the Beatles' "When I'm 64" ), a strange thing happened when I looked around at all the depressed faces, I started to smile . I honestly thought there was something wrong with me - oh how could I be happy at a bloody funeral?!

Yet, why should I have been sad? She lived eighty odd hard years. She became an alcoholic and a chain smoker after the death of her husband. She wouldn't have wanted anyone to be sad on that beautiful but the whole church in clutter of praises and recounting her valuable life on this Earth. I was truly happy for her. She was somewhere else from her cenial mind she got in her later years. She was unhappy in the last few years of her life.

Regulary I think of her and acknowledge the precious gift she gave me. That of true love. In getting my Leaving Cert results and college place, it was like a part of her still existed spiritually in me. Wherever she is, I don't know. I'm agnostic. But I do know that when somebody does die physically, once somebody living in this world remembers them for who they truly were, a part of them still continues to exist.