Muscle Spasms or Spooks?

Published December 7, 2018 by Nan Mykel

When my grandfather died my mother said he had come into her bedroom and touched her on the shoulder.  I’ve been having the same experience with Lucky, my old blind and deaf cat who continued to live with me until he began to look emaciated and I had him euthanized (which I regret).

He was a brave soul and snuggled up to me on the bed.  He learned the path to his food and litter box nearby, and on blind faith would jump back up onto the bed.  Recently I have felt the bed jar a little from time to time and briefly feel he is coming to snuggle again.  I wonder regretfully if it isn’t only my muscle spasms?

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