The other night I had a dream about my Sasha Kitten.

But first…

I adopted Sasha Kitten along with Simba Cat way back in 2001. They were my first adult pets, my bookends, my babies. Simba Cat passed away shortly after I moved in with HWMMS. And I made the painful decision to put Sasha Kitten to sleep a few years ago after a long illness, it was heartbreaking. Despite having, quite literally hundreds of cats throughout my lifetime, Sasha Kitten was the first pet I was in the vet office with when I said goodbye. It was ultimately my decision and a very difficult one to make.

In my dream…

Sasha Kitten was at my side hanging out on the bed. It was unbelievably real. I could feel his slightly scratchy fur and feel his bony back. I was petting him at the exact height and going back and forth as if he was literally right there with me. And that was the entire dream. I woke up a little weirded out, almost expecting him to be at my side. I haven’t had a dream about Sasha Kitten. Nor have I ever had such a vivid dream that made me feel like my kitty was right at my side again.

The next morning…

One might think that was the end of this story, but, well…this is where the synchronicity part comes in. I was at the office on my “last day” of work plugging away getting things done when my friend Jolene’s daughter Amanda came walking in with her baby boy—-in tears. I went to the door to greet her and she told me she had just put her kitty cat down at the vet. (Same vet, same office we take our animals too…same place I saw my Sasha Kitten last.)

I haven’t seen Amanda in MONTHS. And her old kitty just seized up that morning, she took him to the vet and made the decision and then came right over to the office in tears. Sasha Kitten gave me the heads up and I told Amanda he was there to greet her kitty and everything was going to be ok.

The power of dreams, eh?