August 7th 2012 8:05 am
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Wanted to try to cheer those of you and your folks who have seen one of their own take leave for the Bridge. It's never easy, but this is something that happened when Mommy was still working at the Humane, at the no kill shelter there.
They had a cat there named Alistar. He was a big orange cat with a rumbling purr and tattered ears. He had lived for a long time in back of the last of the warehoouses in the meat packing district, so was never hungry. But no one owned him, and when the warehouse closed the owner of the place bought Alistar to the Humane Society and asked if they would take him for adoption.
They did. Now most people coming in wanted kittens, but one day a lady came in, and saw Alister. She sat down right in the middle of the floor with him, and he rolled on his back and put his paws on her face.
She told Mommy that he was her cat, that they understood each other. The lady had two other cats, and she took Alistar home, and he was bigger than either, but he was very nice to them. She said he walked in and he was a part of the house, the cats came up and LICKED him. She said she was amazed.
Alistar was very mellow and friendly to everybody. He loved the lady and her husband, and the husband even got him to 'fetch' little toys and birng them to him. Alistar went everywhere with them. At the age of about 10 he was a big strong healthy cat with much purrsonality.
And he loved the lady's niece, a little girl named Amanda. She was 10, too, and would say to her aunt 'Alistar and me are the same age, we are best friends'.
Then one day the little girl passed out in school. She was taken to the hospital, and they did all sorts of tests, and then bad news came. The little girl was sick, she had Cancer and it was very very bad. They made an appointment for her to have surgery, but it 'didn't look good'. Everyone was sad. No one told the little girl, but Alistar was exceptionally affectionate.
And then, the week before she was to have the surgery, Alistar unexpectedly left for the Bridge. He was running across the kitchen floor and then all of a sudden fell to the floor. He was gone.
It was a double tragedy, and no one could stop crying. They told the little girl, very gently, and she cried too. She kept saying 'Alistar, come back. Alistar, I love you. Alistar, we are both 10, you can't leave."
To cheer the little girl up, and eveyrone else, too, before the surgery, the Lady and her husband decided to take the little girl and her mom and dad and all their cats to a house by the sea where they had a garden outside and lots of flowers and the ocean nearby to swim in.
Well, they all went, and the cats at once were plarying and frisking. The lady was surprised they did not seem to miss Alistar, and she thought how callous they were. Her husband was quiet and then one morning when they were making the coffee that weekend, that he had seen a flash of orange on the kitchen counter when he had come in. Now Alistar had always loved the kitchen counter, and was always in trouble for being there. The lady had looked at her husband and told him that it was just wishful thinking. But the husband said that the cats saw Alistar, and he had seen them playing with him.
She thought he was just mising Alistar and didn't say anything. And somehow, it seemed easier being there, in this house.
The day before they were to go back, the little girl was walking with her motehr in the garden. The garden was big, and they were right near the herbs and in back of them were the roses.
All of a sudden, the little girl stopped. She stared in front of her, and then pointed.
A few feet away stood a large orange cat with battered ears. He was solid, he was real, he was watching them with the look they knew.
Alistar! the little girl yelled.
And as she did the cat began to saunter towards them, a saunter that became a run.
Three feet away, he gathered himself and leapt high, as thoough he was going to leap into the little girls arms.
And then....there was only the breeze, all sound was stopped.
He was gone.
They looked in back of them, they searched around them. They looked everywhere.
There was no Cat.
The little girls mother knew what she had seen. So did the little girl. But no sign of the cat was anywhere to be found.
The Mom told the Aunt who didn't say anything. She thought they were suffering from delayed grief, but the little girl seemed to perk right up.
the next day, they drove back to the city to the hospital for the girl to have her pre op surgery prep.
She was there all day, and they had her in a room. Her mom and aunt and dad and father were there...and were puzzled and worried because the doctors did not talk with them all day, but kept them waiting downstairs.
Finally, the doctor that was to do the surgery came with the head surgeon and they told the little girls mom that he did not understand it, but they had run the tests three times and the reason they had been so long was they had a specialist from another place come to confirm it because they could not believe it....
THERE WAS NO CANCER NOR EVIDENCE OF IT ANYWHERE IN THE LITTLE GIRL.
The doctors couldn't explain it.
They told the mom they recommended a follow up for the little girl with her regular doctor monthly, but they could not explain it...but the little girl was fine.
She could go home.
The mom went up to the room. She saw the little girl on the bed, and the little girl looked up at her mom and smiled. The mother told the little girl that she was fine, she didn't have to have an operation, they could go home.
The little girl nodded. She said "I know Mom. Alistar told me I was fine. He went through me yesterday and made me better. He told me that I was ok." She laughed and told her mother 'You see, Mom, he was my angel. He needed to go back to make me well."
When she was helping the little girl get dressed, she saw a red mark on the little girls stomach. It looked like a pawprint.
Then years passed. The little girl grew into a college age girl who still has the power of the paw mark on her tummy. She was fine, and has never gotten sick again.
And just this year found an orange cat with battered ears and gold eyes in a local shelter.
She named him Alistar.
This story was told to Mommy by the Lady who had originally Adopted Alistar.
She now has 8 cats.
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Oh yes Orange Ruffy, we believe in miracles and have even seen a couple in our family. this beautiful story brought tears to our eyes. how precious in our lives are our furbabies. we do not know all or are we meant to. but oh yes, we believe in miracles!
This beautiful story made us cry, Ruffy. Thank you for sharing this miracle. Alistar was one special kitty and he was loved by a special family.
What a beautiful story. My secretary is at work right now, at her dsek with tears in her eyes. We believe in miracles and we believe that the are angels in our midsts. Thank you for sharing this.
That was a lovely story, thank you .
Awww so glad mom did not read this at work tears are rolling this is such a very cool and heart warming story. Moma loves the sea and kitties and this story is just so pawsome.
love booboo angel and family
What a wonderful story!
Wow, what a pawsome story!
ah the power those little fur balls have...it knows no end