On Feb. 27th 2013, I let my black 7-year-old cat out, like I usually do in the morning. It was unusual, she wasn’t back at the house, when I was ready to leave for work at noon.
I thought, she’ll be here waiting for me when I come home from work. That night, however, no Lucy.
Now it was early morning Feb 28th and the sun was up. Still no Lucy.
I had slept restlessly all night; the house felt so empty without her presence. I began to really worry; it wasn’t like her to be gone 24 hours.
I called my son Chuck. I told him my concerns about Lucy being gone this long. I sensed something was terribly wrong. Chuck and Kimi (his partner) started creating posters which we planned to put up that day.
In the meantime, I called my friend Al. I told him about Lucy being missing for almost 2 days by now. My anxiety and tears were taking over my body.
Al often sees things with his inner vision.
He asked me, if I wanted him to ask his “Sweetie Pie’ his cat, who passed away last August to come, be with Lucy… maybe try to help her.
I said “Yes anything, I feel she is so alone wherever she is!”
A couple of hours later, Al called me.
He told me, at first he saw Lucy on a dark street… that she looked confused and disoriented. Then, he saw his Sweetie Pie. Awhile later, she was sitting next to Lucy. Lucy looked calm and was just hanging out with her.
After hearing this, I was able to calm down enough to start dozing in my rocker.
Suddenly in a dream vision, I saw this black ball of fur running under my legs. It startled me awake. I knew she either crossed over to the other side or she was coming home.
I called to my little cat and told her I loved her.
Second night without her, I cried myself to sleep but also with some hope. I also asked the Holy Spirit to help her.
The next morning, while standing by my sink, I turned around and in walked my Lucy!
She was limping and walking slowly.
I picked her up crying: “Lucy you have come home!”
I held her, briefly, but she seemed a little withdrawn.
I fed her a can of fancy feast which she gobbled down.
Then I saw her stomach. I gasped! There were 3 gaping wounds in her stomach.
I called the Vet, & my son. Soon, we were in Dr Gopal’s office.
He took one look at her wounds and stated in his authoritative voice:
“This is bad; did she eat?”
I told him she had eaten the whole can.
“Consider yourself lucky, because if she didn’t eat, that means the infection would be systemic and it would have gone through her system.”
He added: “Most cats when they have wounds like these would just go into hiding and just give up. It is amazing she was able to get home with these injuries!”
Several hours later, I brought Lucy home with a drainage tube hanging out of her belly. My daughter Holly with granddaughter Melody helped me get the dog crate ready with a Martha Steward bed inside.
Lucy had to be confined for 3 weeks except to use her litter box so as not to rip open the many stitches. I gave her antibiotics and cared for her in the most careful way.
I thanked Al, my family, the Holy Spirit, and Sweetie Pie for their help bringing her home.
Lucy is now an indoor cat and she seems to be an even more loving cat.
Strange as it sounds, when Al and his wife Peggy came to my home a month later, Lucy jumped up onto their lap. And seem to be purring, as if to say:
“Thank you for asking angel cat, Sweetie Pie, to help me find my way home.”
Catherine M Terzian St. Petersburg, Fl 33709
BIO: Catherine volunteers at SPCA bringing pet banks back to the shelter. She also signs petitions
with Humane legal defense fund to help create better laws for animal protection.
Photo: Angel cat Sweetie Pie with Peggy