I was grieving badly for my cat after she died. Six days later I walked through my bedroom (where she spent the last weeks of her life under my bed. )I smelled the most beautiful floral scent, it was like a bouquet of mixed flowers. I hadn’t sprayed air freshener or perfume and it was sudden, no one else in the house either. Then I remembered how much that little cat loved to sniff flowers. I planted a row of them by my patio at the apartment complex where we had lived, and more in flower pots. From the first day I planted them she would beg to go outdoors as soon as I got home and would go down the line sniffing each bloom and in the flower pots too. She did this at least a couple times a day when I was not working. And in the winter I grew those huge Amaryllis flowers and she would look up at them so I’d get her and hold the flower to her to see and she would bury her face in the middle of the bloom inhaling it’s fragrance. It gave me such a sense of peace after I realized that. It was like a signal that she was all right and I should be peaceful. 🐱💐🌹🌷
Yes, it is. My Hairy Man slept next to me every night of his life. For two weeks after he passed I felt him jump on the bed and lay next to me with his head on my chest.
