Note: This letter was received by Mrs. Pelkey following the loss of her beloved cat Agatha.
This is in response to an older article in the journal concerning animals having spirits.
During the week of June 8th, Tony Spera (Ed and Lorraine’s son-in-law) went on a desperate search to find a copy of “The Rainbow Bridge” for me. He explained that he and his wife Judy had a copy of it posted on their refrigerator, and that it was a favorite of Lorraine’s. He was confident that I would enjoy reading it.
Well, his search paid off and he gave me a copy of the endearing poem on Thursday, June 11th. What Tony was really doing ( though he didn’t know it at the time ) was preparing us for the loss of our beloved cat of 20 years, Agatha. Sunday morning, we woke up to find that she had quietly passed away in her sleep.
We were both devastated, and our dog, Samantha, was lost without her little companion. That same evening, after we had taken her to the vet to be cremated, both my husband, Peter, and I heard her meowing from our upstairs bedroom. All was quiet for the week, except for Samantha moping around the house.
When her remains came home, the dog seemed a bit easier, knowing her little friend was home once again. Early one morning, I “felt” Agatha pull herself up onto our feather bed. I could hear the soft “crunch” of the feathers as she made her way to me. It was her ritual to rub her little nose on my hand to try to wake me up. That moment, I felt her nose and felt her rub her face on my hand. I lay there very quietly to see what would happen next. She then made her way up to the top of the bed, and lay down on the extra pillows. That morning when we woke up, I told Peter what had happened. He said he felt as if she were still with us, and even heard her meowing in the early morning hours. I had heard it as well, but had not mentioned it to Peter. We both knew she was there.
We still hear her every now and then. One day, I went to dust the shelf off where her ashes are kept, and I told her that “Mommy” was going to move her to clean. As I reached for her ashes, I felt a cold breeze run up my right arm. Despite the heat of the day, the air around her was cold. This gave me comfort knowing she heard me and was there.
I have a collection of decorative Nutcrackers near the love seat in the living room. Agatha used to go past them (usually knocking them over in the process) to go behind the love seat to take a nap. One day, I heard something fall in the living room and went out to investigate what had happened. Sure enough, they were knocked down. There was absolutely no way the dog could have been near them as there isn’t enough room for a 70 pound dog to squeeze her way into where they are.
Most people would find these events disturbing, but we are both comforted knowing that we had given Agatha a wonderful life with us during her 20 year stay on earth, and realize that she just isn’t ready to leave us yet.
So thank you, Tony, Judy, Ed and Lorraine for “The Rainbow Bridge” and this tribute to Agatha.
Wendy and Peter Pelkey, and Samantha too!