My beautiful 15-year-old black Bombay cat Zero passed away at home on January 12, 2006. She was one of three cats and was the Queen of the House. My husband named her - and said on a scale of 1 to 10, she was a "zero", but he loved her just as I did.
A few years ago I had a terrible gallbladder attack and was lying face down on the bed praying to die as the pain was so bad. Next thing I knew Zero jumped up on my back and laid there on top of me and, after about 15 minutes, all the pain left. I've not had another attack since. This was not her usual behaviour as she was a rather aloof cat and I really think she knew I was in pain and figured out just how to relieve the pain. I will never forget what she did.
She knew she was loved because I told her every day what a lucky day it was when I found her. Besides my husband, she was the love of my life and I miss her terribly.
How I wish I could say I have had a "visit" from her since she died but, so far, I have not felt her presence but I hope she is waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge.
How kind, gentle, and loving animals are and it breaks my heart when they are mistreated and/or abused. If only humans were as good as animals are, it would be a better world. Missing Zero,
Ann (Florida, US)
One Cat is Company
"One cat is company.
Two cats are a conspiracy.
Three cats is an attempted takeover.
Four or more cats is a complete coup!"
Shona Steele (Australia)
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