Her Daughter’s Guardian Angel

Thanks to Linda for this story!

Linda gave birth to her daughter, Amylyn, in December 1974.  Linda’s Aunt Vicky, who also happened to be her godmother, had requested to be the new baby girl’s godmother.  Linda spent seven days in the hospital after giving birth.  While she was there, Linda found out that even though there was a horrible snow storm going on, her aunt and uncle had come from Bronx, New York all the way to Connecticut to see the baby.

When Linda spoke to Aunt Vicky on the phone, she said she was annoyed that they had driven so far and had not even bothered to come and say hi to her.  Her aunt’s response was chilling.  She said that she had wanted to spend time with her new great-niece because this was the last chance that she was going to have to see her.  Linda dismissed this, saying that Aunt Vicky was going to be the godmother and that the baby would be home in a few days.  There would be plenty of time to get to know Amylyn.

Two days after they got home from the hospital, Linda’s mother was over her house when suddenly the phone rang.  Linda has psychic abilities and often has prophetic premonitions.  She gasped, telling her mother not to pick up the phone.

“It’s bad news about Aunt Vicky.”

The phone continued to ring.  The caller rang for a total of three times.  Finally, Linda’s mother said that her daughter was being ridiculous and picked up the phone.  It was Aunt Vicky’s husband on the other end of the line.  He had called to tell the family that she had committed suicide.

A couple of years passed.  Amylyn was now two years old.  One night, her parents heard her crying, so her father went upstairs to see if she was okay.  When he came back, Linda saw that he was shaking and his face was paper white.  When she asked him what was wrong, he said that he wanted to throw up and described to her what he just witnessed happening upstairs in their daughter’s bedroom.

“There’s an angel upstairs rocking our daughter to sleep.”

Linda nodded.  “Uh huh.  You’re crazy.”

“Go and see for yourself.”

Sighing, Linda went upstairs to Amylyn’s room.  She froze at the door.  Aunt Vicky’s spirit was sitting in the rocking chair, holding Amylyn in her arms.  Her husband had never met her aunt, so he didn’t know what she looked like, but Linda recognized her immediately.

When Amylyn was in her mid-twenties she had to have a hysterectomy.  Her parents and in-laws were all in the hospital waiting to see her when she came out of surgery.  During her daughter’s operation, Linda started praying to Aunt Vicky, asking her to watch over her and help her come through the procedure safely.

Fortunately, the surgery was a success.  Later on in the recovery room, Amylyn told her mother that she had had a dream when she was under the anesthesia.  Aunt Vicky had appeared by her side at the operating table.  Taking her goddaughter’s hand, she had said, “I will protect you.”

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“Ghost Cat”

Ghosts seem to follow me wherever I go.  While there are specific places that may be haunted, I believe that most spirits who have been to the “light” and have come back, are able to roam the universe freely as they please.  We don’t see or hear them all of the time because most humans are not aware of them, but it doesn’t mean that they are not there.

While fascinated by ghosts, I take steps to manage how I interact with them.  I do frequent spiritual cleansings to help balance both my own energies and the ones in my house.  The energies in my home are generally peaceful.  I made sure of that before we moved in.  The last thing I wanted to do was buy a house with unhappy spirits attached to it.

For years, I’ve seen the spirit of my dog, Bambi, wherever I have lived.  I have even dreamt of my orange calico cat, Magic, coming to visit me.  A few weeks after we bought our house, George and I got our tuxedo cat, Diana.  Almost immediately afterward, I started seeing flashes of a cat that had similar coloring to Diana appearing inside of our bedroom.  At first I thought I was imagining it because I was worried about Diana sneaking into the bedroom and getting at our parakeet, Skye Baby.

Instead of stopping, the appearances of another cat increased.  One day, I was standing by the counter in our kitchen when I saw the black silhouette of a cat out of the corner of my eye.  Thinking it was Diana, I didn’t flinch when I saw it move to rub up against my legs.  I bent down to pet Diana like I usually do, only she wasn’t there.  I mentioned the incident to my husband, George, who told me that Diana was asleep on the couch in the living room.  George said that he had often seen the same thing and found that Diana was nowhere near him at the time.

After talking about it some more, we decided that we must have a ghost cat visiting us and have since dubbed the friendly, little apparition “Ghost Cat.”  Both of us have seen Ghost Cat around the house.  A few weeks after deciding on a name for our feline spirit companion, I had a dream that there were two Dianas sitting in my bedroom.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” I thought.  Then I said, “Oh, you must be Ghost Cat.”  The cat leaned into the caress when I knelt to pet him.  Whereas, Diana has mostly black fur, including on her face, this cat had white cheeks.  He kind of reminded me of an old man in cat form.

Later, when I told George about the dream and described the cat to him, he showed me an old picture of his childhood pet, Tracy.  The cat in the picture looked incredibly similar to the cat that I had seen in my dream.  Tracy was an extremely loving and friendly cat.  He even used to play with the children that attended George’s mother’s family daycare.

I have seen Ghost Cat come through our front door (while it was closed), jump up on the couch, and walk around our kitchen and dining area.  Diana doesn’t seem to be bothered by his presence.  Sometimes George and I have even seen him at the same time.  Whenever we do, we always say, “Hi, Ghost Cat.”

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My Beloved Bambi

 

Bambi Photo
My dog, Bambi. Original Artwork by Jan Mina, 2013

For anyone who knows the loss of a familiar or animal companion.

Bambi and I were inseparable from the moment we met.  He was a handsome Sheltie dog with light brown fur and a white front ruff.  I was eight years old and recovering from the chicken pox when my parents got him for me.  Bambi was an intelligent, loving, well-behaved, and extremely gentle dog.  He never bit anyone and was deeply protective of our family.  He slept with his head on my legs from the first night that we brought him home until the day that I left for college.

During my sophomore year, he fell ill and became progressively sicker.  Then one night during my spring semester finals, I had a strange dream.  I was standing on the edge of this beautiful field.  Long green grass waved in the wind.  A blue butterfly with a wingspan the size of a large notebook appeared by my shoulder and started dancing around me.  Surprised, I started whirling around with it.  At some point in the dream, the blue butterfly smiled and kissed me on the forehead.  I watched as it flew off to join a cloud of other butterflies that had gathered in the field.  My heart was heavy because I knew that I could not follow the joyful little spirit.

When I woke up that morning, I knew that Bambi had passed away even before my mother called me.  I told her about the dream and said that he had come to say goodbye to me in my sleep.  The months that followed were a dark time for me.  I mourned Bambi so deeply that my husband (then boyfriend) bought me a stuffed animal that looked like him to sleep with at night.

I started seeing Bambi’s spirit frequently after I graduated and moved into my first apartment.  I have had four apartments so far and he has followed me to each one.  I will turn around and suddenly see him out of the corner of my eye or enter a room and find him sitting on the floor just as he used to when I was a little girl.  Sometimes I even see him resting next to my darling cat, Diana.  Bambi has the most benevolent soul and his presence always brings me a sense of incredible comfort and peace.  Even through death, we are still connected and always will be.