My gifted cat contacted me from the beyond.
Istared into his huge eyes and knew we were meant to be together. ‘I’ll call you Cloud,’ I decided, pulling the little scrap of a kitten with paws too big for his body into my arms. My friend smiled from her doorway. Just that morning, she had told me about someone she knew whose cat had given birth.
They couldn’t take care of the litter and threatened to drown them if they couldn’t be rehomed immediately. I’d instantly told her I’d take one. As well as being a psychic, I was a committed animal lover. My Persian cat, Pancake, had passed away months before.
My remaining puss Vincent could use a little friend to play with again.
Back at mine, Cloud radiated joy. I was quickly sure he had the gift, too.
If I ever felt down, he’d sense it, sit on my lap and purr loudly.
When I did psychic readings, he’d jump up on to my table and look into thin air.
It was as if he knew spirits were around. We had 12 blissful years together. Then, last September, Cloud started vomiting. My daughter Jade and I took him to see the vet. After a scan, we were called into a small room.
As Cloud nestled in front of me, the vet explained gently that he had a large tumour on his kidney.
‘I’m sorry, but he has a few days, maybe a week to live.
It would be kinder to euthanise him now,’ he said. My whole body trembled as I broke down into uncontrollable sobs. I hadn’t realised anything was seriously wrong.
How on earth could I go home without Cloud? Jade held me up, talked to me and helped me see that Cloud had given me so much love and companionship. I had to do what was right for him
