The feline soul mate–do you have one too?
I think most cat lovers sense the meaning of “feline soul mate” right away, but these feelings come from a wordless place.
These feelings dwell in right side of our brain, where words don’t happen naturally.
Thankfully, dictionaries are helpful at moments like this.
Soul mate:
“One who is perfectly suited to another in temperament”
“Someone with whom one has a special, almost spiritual connection”
I like these definitions. They sound like the feline soul mates I’ve known.
What does this experience look like? A few specific traits come to mind. Let me know if you can relate to any of them.
A soul mate cat picks you out
Technically, you might say you went to the shelter and picked him out. Yet, why did you pick him? Because it was clear he wanted to be with you and you found him irresistible, right? He’s usually the cat or kitten who most comes alive when you appear.
Or, your feline friend might have just found their way into your life and it was love at first site. Sharon Callahan’s soul-mate cat Lily was part of a feral family downstairs from her flat. This wee little wild kitten took it upon herself to leave her family and venture all the way up the stairs to Sharon’s door. Lily decided she was not leaving, so she and Sharon proceeded to take care of each other for the full 25 (!) years of Lily’s life.
No matter how you find each other, there’s a sense that it’s meant to be–synchronicity.
They are more effective than a suicide hotline.
Cats who are soul companions are particularly tuned to your feelings, and an inseparable bond forms between you. They may look alarmed, or try to comfort you, when you are upset or ill. I shared some examples of this in Stories of Caring Cats.
Here’s another example. There was a moment several years ago when I was deeply depressed, crying, and seriously thinking–for the first time–of how I should end my life. Suddenly I saw that my cat Bastet had planted herself in front of me with the biggest, most concerned eyes I had ever seen.
I realized that I could never leave her. Frankly, I couldn’t bear that look on her face. I actually assured her out loud that I was going to be okay and that this would pass. I was committed to her. After all, she was in my care and she was a soul mate. Bastet was more effective than a suicide hotline at that very low point in my life.
There’s some amazing little mystery thing that occurs.
I’m talking about the kind of thing that we don’t tend to say much about because it just doesn’t fit how the world is supposed to work.
Rupert Sheldrake, Ph.D., is a scientist who has studied dogs and cats who know when their person is coming home–even when they are arriving at a random, unplanned time in a different car or by foot. The animal gets up and goes to stand at a window or door about 15 minutes before the person arrives. He says this phenomenon only seems to happen with animals and people who are very closely bonded.
You might have an instance like that, where your cat seems to be able to read your mind.
Or maybe your cat had a survival miracle. The little black kitten I adopted when I was four quickly made a habit of sleeping curled up next to me at night. Note that this happened even though I was too young to be the one who fed him. We were inseparable. When I was older and walking down the gravel driveway home after school he’d pop out at me from behind trees in that playful arc-jump that cats do.
One night he didn’t come home. This never happened. I was about 9 years old. I called for him every night and we looked for him for several days and alerted all the neighbors. As the days piled up, I kept calling for him with my child-like assurance that he would return. A family vacation took us out-of-town.
Then, three weeks after he disappeared, a call came from a neighbor. A neighbor had found my cat! He had been caught in the woods on a prickly bush (by his collar) the whole time. He wasn’t even that far away, we just couldn’t hear him. No food, no drink for weeks, but he was still alive. Somehow surviving on dewdrops and the occasional passing insect?
He was emaciated and had to have a graft on his neck where skin had been worn away as he tried to unhook his collar from the bush. That was heartbreaking, and yet darned if he didn’t recover quickly and live more than a dozen more healthy years with us!
I don’t think we are limited to just one feline soul mate. I suspect that each time we allow a new cat to pick us (assuming we feel quite drawn to them too), they end up being a soul mate. Animals have a sense of who they belong with—follow their lead and you’ll be glad you did.
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I had a kitty soulmate for 16 years and unfortunately she got ill and had to leave me. I grieved like never before in my life, I was broken. Three months later my husband talked me into going to a shelter (I wasn’t really ready). We looked at so many fabulous felines and nothing, until…I walked do the very back and there she was. Sitting so properly with her her cute little face staring at me. I asked to see her, she was 3 months old & so precious. I decided against taking her because I wasn’t ready, so we left. Before turning on the car, something pulled me back. The name the shelter had given her was Serenity (what I needed) and she reminded me so much of my old cat. I adopted her. Took her home and over the next few weeks she blew my mind. She had the same mannerism as my old kitty and she did so many things EXACTLY like her that I would cry every time. My old cat had passed away 3 months ago and this baby was 3 months old!! I knew we had found each other again. The universe brought us back together.
I love this story, Shari. So beautiful! Thank you.
Zoey, I’m so sorry to hear about your loss of Cookie, he sounds really special. Perhaps he sent Charlie to you!
I saw all the lovely stories here and feel so understood and thought I’d share mine…
I’ve had cats all my life, my family is a cat family for sure. When I was 8 I got my very own kitten, Cookie. I don’t have many memories from my childhood but I remember the day I got him and we’d been permanent in eachothers lives ever since. He was never very affectionate or playful he never seemed to let his guard down and preferred roaming the neighborhood catching rats and snakes and getting into fights with stray cats. I was little so it was never really up to me whether he was allowed out or not and my mum let him roam. He always came home though. When I was 17 he got into a very bad fight and was injured badly. He had to stay at the vet overnight and I was worried sick. After he came home and I cared for him and helped him get better I didn’t let him outside anymore. I gave him milk at night and he started to snuggle up on my chest and let me hold him. I was so happy we finally had the bond I always wished we had. He was my baby and we grew up together.
A couple of years later I moved out of home to my current house in a different city. I brought cookie with me and kept him inside like I had been doing for a while. But he still had the urge to explore, he’s always been an adventurer at heart. One night he got out and I searched for him tirelessly but I never found him. A couple of months later I got a call from a lady that found his collar. I gave up hope of seeing my baby again, I knew in my heart he was probably dead and there was this awful hole in my life when he was gone.
A few months later I adopted Charlie. I was so lonely and missed cookie so much, I needed a friend. When Charlie came into my life I felt the strongest love I’ve ever felt. He healed the hole in my heart and became my very best friend. I don’t know what I would do without him. He’s the reason I’m alive and my soulmate for sure. I still cry when I think about my cookie but Charlie has made my life full of joy and I’m so lucky to have him as my best friend.
Just today learned about “Pet soul mate” or “Heart Pet” when I was seeking for advice to move on from the grief over the loss of my beloved Baby since she crossed Rainbow Bridge on May 3rd 2021.
So, apparently she was my soul mate. Everything described here was accurate what I was experiencing with Baby.
in February of 2002, my mom was told there were something ran under her car as she leaving work to go home in blizzard, found really, really ill, brink of death 6 weeks kitten. Being such a kindhearted person my mother is, she took her home. She has spent so many years saving cats and dogs to give them a chance at life.
Baby recovered, and we just clicked, my mother could see that she was already mine before she even think about giving her a new home. I was only 13 that time when Baby came into my life.
We were inseparable, she had to be everywhere I was around the house. Every day I come home from school, out of probably 15 pets we had that time, she was the only one running to greet me at the door, and demanded that I pick her up and cradle her like a baby. She absolutely loved that.
She also was my boyfriend radar… she rejected every guy she met.. even if they were just friends til September 16th of 2008, she met my boyfriend after spending a week with him… and she accepted him right away, and just thrived right in front of him instantly. Purring, exposing her belly to him, and just doing her silly squirming… accepting him.
My husband was lucky enough to get to have her in his life for only 12 years.
She was 19 years old when we had to make the call because everything we have done for her was not working. We risked her life by put her into a surgery to remove a broken molar and grinded down her last bottom K9 canine tooth because root was wasting away, then capped it off. She bounced right back to her usual self, youngful feisty little girl she was, but that only lasted a month before she developed bone mass/bone tumor in her chin that affected her ability to eat, and we were watching her wasting away that we made the call.
It has only been exactly a month, and it’s eating at me that I’m without my best friend, and my shadow. She was my world, my rock and my everything.
She was saved my my mother, and I was saved by her when I considered commit suicide at young teen… seeing her sitting there really staring right into my soul telling me that things would get better if I just ride it out… and I’m grateful for that.
I believe that I will never find another feline soulmate ever again, because she was the only thing very important to me for 19 long years… I won’t be surprised if I do find another one later on in the future, but I highly doubt it.
I had a cat for 17 years, CC , whom I just truly loved. When he died of natural causes, I was so distraught and couldn’t stop crying. A dear concerned friend advised me to get a new cat…WHAT NO WAY!!! She made me go to the shelter and I found Pandora, a Siamese Tabby mix, she is truly adorable and we had an incredible instant bond!!! I will always love CC and will never forget him, but, I’ve found another soul mate in my Pandora the Cat. Thank you God🙏🏽
My cat, Ziva, she’s been with me for 8 almost 9 years now. She was given to us by our neighbor who already had the legal max of cats per household. We had gotten her as a kitten (only about a month or so old). I fell in love right away. I would spend as much time with her as possible. The first few years of her life she lived with a dog, and when you have a cat that grows up with a dog you just have a small dog that meows. She and I grew closer after our dog had died. A few years later I was a really low point and I ended up in the hospital. My parents told me that when I was in, she would sit outside my bedroom door and cry to get me to come out. They brought her to the hospital to see me and the whole time she stayed curled up next to my side. She always meets me at the front door, she comes to me when I call her name, she lays on me when I’m stressed. I don’t know what I would do without her. She has helped me so much mentally. Out of the three people that live in my house, I’m her favorite. I would do anything for her and she knows that. She’s my little angel. She’s my soulmate.
Rajsha- My soulmate died a few hour’s ago, and I’m completely devastated by this. 13 year’s ago, I went to a friend of a friend’s house, and out of nowhere came this tiny adorable kitten that was trying to climb up my pant leg, I reached down and scooped her up and put her on my lap, with her back to my stomach she looked up into my eye’s, and it was love at first sight. I felt the strongest connection with her, though she was only 5 weeks old, she came home with me that night. I tried to have my friend hold her as I drove home, but my little Rajsha Lee wasn’t hearing of it, she climbed up onto my shoulder and slept while I drove home.
Rajsha’s first night she met her new family including her new canine puppy adoptive brother Seamus. The 2 of them became the best of friends, at the same time my bond with Rajsha grew into something else.
I would come home from work, the 2 of them would race into my bedroom to get to me, but my little kit-cat would leap from my bed and onto my shoulder, without ever hurting me. My husband would get so nervous and beg me to stop letting her do it, but I didn’t have much of a choice, she wanted me, and I knew she wouldn’t hurt me. There was something about her that I can’t describe, but there was a real deep connection between us. If I was incredibly sad, I could look into her eyes and feel a calmness that took over my body, and I would be okay.
Rajsha would sleep with me every night, she would knead on my stomach with her claws, and start obsessively licking me. I ended up wearing 2 shirts to bed, and put an extra blanket over my stomach. One night I was really, really sick, I had a fever of 104.4 strep throat, pneumonia, and a stomach bug, I was on the fourth day or something, anyway’s I passed out on my back, because I was so sick I didn’t even realize I was aspirating on my stomach bio, I was probably moments from choking to death, when a sharp, sharp pain woke me up, it was her, it was Rajsha, she had clawed me so that I would wake up, she saved my life.
We always had a special bond, but that was amazing, my sweet Angel saved me. There was always something there, but this is where it gets weird, in 2017 I was diagnosed with diabetes, at that same time she started getting sick, I would shake from low blood sugar, and she would shake. Around that time she had developed diabetes as well. When I couldn’t breathe, neither could she. Her leg broke out with some sort of infection, my leg on the same side broke out with a rash. I kept trying to explain to people that she and I shared an amazing connection.
Unfortunately when my baby needed me to find a miracle to save her, I failed. She died tonight, and as I was laying in my bed with my dog crying my eyes out, holding my robe close to my face, because it smells like her, out of nowhere my entire body got warm, my lips went numb, then a calm peacefulness entered my body, and her image appeared in my head. My cat is still trying to take care of me even from beyond.
I’ve had about a dozen cats in my life and loved them all fiercely but my childhood cat Patch was my true feline soulmate. She was a calico domestic shorthair with a black patch over her eye. She was the daughter of my very first cat Lucy. Patch and I were kindred spirits. When I would pet her she would stare deeply into my eyes, knead my stomach, drool on me, and bite my nose. She knew when I was upset or sick. She was with me as I grew from a little girl into an adult woman. She travelled across country with me two times. We were together for 18 years.
When she was dying, I sat with her, told her how much I loved her and bade her farewell. I know she understood me. A part of me definitely went with her when she passed away. We buried her (illegally) on a mountainside because she liked being outdoors and I didn’t trust anyone to cremate her. I have a foster kitten right now who kind of reminds me of her. She nibbles my nose when she’s feeling affectionate just like Patch did. Might have to end up keeping her.
The kitten has caught Patche’s spirit.
After my 15 yr old MouMou died, I had gotten lost in a new city on Christmas Eve.
I noticed a door open in a parking lot, went in for directions not realizing it was the back end of an animal shelter.
Calling out for someone brought on howls of agony from something behind a wall
Walking over & around it, there was a cat, desperate to touch me. Reaching so hard through the bars it was tearing his skin. When I went to pet him, he latched on and pulled me close. Looking around I could tell this was ‘ death row’.
As I started to go search for someone, he began screaming again, reaching out.
I turned as a man said that he had been real quiet. I looked at the poor emaciated ragged orange kitten [10 months]. His leg had been caught, apparently, in a wild animal trap. He was skin & bones.
I turned and asked the man to put my name on him for adoption. He said “I didn’t want that cat”. I replied with my last name & phone number, not leaving until it was there, and a copy on my cell phone.
After a few months, he started to fill out. Boy, did he fill out.
He grew to almost the size of my grey Maine Coon, MouMou. They look so much alike in the dark, for awhile, I would say MouMou.
Gingy will be 4 years old this Christmas. 🎄
I have a 4 year old soul mate who has been fighting to stay alive for year. Last November he lost his mom who he was extremely close to. The feline herpes virus is a horrible disease.Recently he had a bladder block up and i almost lost him again. Too many times the vet said he may not make it like the rest of his family. I would give ANYTHING for him. No kitty is like him out of all the ones I’ve ever had. He likes to cuddle super close ( even spoons me in my bed) he loves to stay close to me as much as possible. But I feel the same way. The others are noticeable jealous about it haha. I can’t imagine life without him, and I don’t ever want to think about it. We will fight together to be happy and alive together. I hope to have a long life with him by my side. He likes to sleep on my face, go for walks/car rides and even plays fetch like a dog. He is unique and now loved alot by his 1 year old kitten Chocolate we went out and adopted together.
I just lost my soul cat. She was 16 years old. She lived a wonderful, happy, fulfilling life. We had a bond that I just couldn’t describe without sounding like a nut job to others. My husband saw it, my vet saw it, and my family saw it but to the outside world I was made to think I was crazy to have a soul mate that happened to be a feline. I remember the day I picked her out. I was 12 years old. My moms friend had a litter to give away and I convinced my mom to let me have one. We walked in and they’re were six kittens. Five of them were running, meowing, playing, etc. Then there was Cattie (what I ended up naming her). She immediately went and hid under a couch inside a hat. I looked under the couch and she looked at me like “yeah. I know. You don’t want me. That’s fine. No one will. Just leave me be.” I pulled her out and the rest was history. She was so calm in my arms. She started purring instantly which the owner said was unusual for her. My mom kept saying “are you sure you want that one? Are you sure? She doesn’t seem very friendly. You can have whoever you want. Are you absolutely sure?!” I was. We brought her home where I already had a kitty paradise set up in my room (we had other animals so she had to be separated for a bit). She made herself at home on night one. She slept on my pillow right next to my head (even though I had a really nice bed for her). And she started talking to me! I’d come home and say hi and she’s meow. I’d ask if she was ready for bed… meow meow. She was with me through so much. I grew up with her by side at all times. She got really sick at least four times and every time I pulled her out of it. And every time she made sure I knew how grateful she was. Towards the end, I did everything for her. Whatever she needed, she got. Period. Hell towards the end, she was getting acupuncture treatments and she loved it so much! She purred the whole time and be so good when we were done. I had 16 amazing years with her. I just lost her less than a week ago and I still break down crying a few times a day. I have other pets in my home and of course I love them and take very good care of them but she was different. She really was. She was so much life and personality in this home. I miss her so much. But I’m so grateful I had such a wonderful bond with such a kind creature. ❤️
I lost my kitty soulmate to cancer and now I feel like I’ll never have that bond again. That thought makes me so sad and depressed. My cat saved my life and without her I feel so lost and lonely.
That’s how I feel right now after losing my 19 years old cat who was my soulmate, It has been a month and it still not easy. Even with 2 other cats, and a husband, I feel really lonely.
What I can say is, just cling onto all memories you had of your cat, pull out all pictures of her, make a memory book, set up a memorial wall full of things you had for her. Just remember her to keep her alive.
Just before Christmas, I had to have my Patches put down. I’ve lost pets before and it hurts but nothing has ever affected me like this. I understand what you all mean about these pets being soulmates.
I met Patches when he was just a tiny little thing that someone had dropped off at a friend’s farm. I was drawn to him right away and noticed that his eyes were matted shut from that virus that cat’s get. I already had three cats and really wasn’t crazy about adding to that number, after all, I didn’t want to become the neighborhood “crazy cat lady”.
But this little ball of fluff couldn’t even open his eyes, What chance would he have if I didn’t rescue him. I cleaned out his eyes with some tissues from my car, and then brought him home. The next day at the vet I found out that he only weighed two pounds and probably wasn’t old enough to be away from his mother.
I nursed him through the virus and got rid of the fleas that covered his little body.
And then we became soulmates. I’ve never felt such a connection to anyone or anything. For six years, we were inseparable. He would cry when I wasn’t nearby so I know the feeling was mutual.
I mentioned the two pound weight because he ended up being 19 & 1/2 pounds. He was a really big cat with big paws.
Last November, he wasn’t acting right and he was losing weight. His liver functions were all wrong and there was nothing I could do to save him. Crazy as it sounds I drove around town with him on our way to the vets so we could see the Christmas lights together.
I held him and said goodbye when the vet put him down but I can’t get him out of my mind. I would give anything to have him back.
My heart is empty without you, Patches! Please come back to me!
I dont know how I stumbled onto this website but here’s my story. Im coming out of work, my sister texts me that my mom found a stray 2 week old kitten. I instantly get filled with this feeling of purpose (that’s the best way I can describe it) and run to my car and speed home. When I first laid my eyes on him I began to cry, im not sure why I cried but I just felt like he was ‘the one’. Ive been around cats all my life but Taymin (my cats name lol) he was different .. I felt so strongly for him before I had even met him! Fastforwarding, I mostly took care of him and as he grew day by day , my feelings of attatchmemt and compassion grew. Ive dealt with suicidal tendencies for as long as I can remember. Since I first had him whenever I was in another room breaking down he’d instantly meow non stop outside my door till I open it , then he will just lay on my bed with me and give me that adorable concerned look 🙁 he helps me remember im stronger than I think I am! I just wanted to share this with anyone else who feels the same way with their cat. Im going to say this and mean it, I would take a bullet for him , just because Hes furry and cant talk doesn’t make him any different than a human being. Hes almost a year one by the way!!!!!
I read all of your stories and I wish I had not. I don’t even know how I got to this page but the truth is I have been exhausted ever since my feline soul mate died, which was 4 months ago. I wanted to curse GOD AND ALL HUMANITY, EVEN FELT LIKE AND WANTED TO KILL MYSELF AND EVERYONE ELSE AROUND ME. I FELT LIKE LOVE SUCKED, I WISHED I NEVER FOUND HIM, I WISH I NEVER SAVED HIS LIFE, BECAUSE NOW HE IS GONE AND WHO THE FUCK IS GOING TO SAVE MY LIFE? Antar was the most beautiful, most precious, most loyal, most honorable, most worthy, and the most intelligent cat out there. I have had cats all of my life and i loved them all, and they loved me and of course i cried and grieved when something woukd happen but WHEN ANTAR PASSED AWAY, IT WAS DIFFERENT. ANTAR WAS A CAT BUT TO THOSE WHO KNEW HIM, THEY WOULD SAY ANYTHING BUT THAT. HE ACTED LIKE A BABY, A GROWING CHILD, MY CHILD, WHEN HE DIED THAT WAS I LOST MY SON. NOW I KNOW HOW GRIEVING MOTHERS REALLY FEEL.
omg
I feel your pain
He and you loved each other so much
You miss him and the pain of being apart is hard.
I have a cat like that. His name is Simon.
He is a cat but not like a cat.
He is different too like your beautiful Antar.
As long as he is hanging onto me everynight I feel at peace.
I know I will be devasted like you because he loves me more than anyone ever has and I have another cat and 2 dogs
We love each other too and care
but its different with Simon
Just like your Antar.
My beautiful Simon like your beautiful Antar they are our soul mates.
I hope you are okay
I have read we have more than one soul mate.
I dont think when its time I will ever not miss him.
It will take a long time to get used to him not there .
I hope he sends you another dear friend just purrfect for you.
You take care
Healing love and light
My soul cat found me yesterday came to my house, and we laid together all night. We even went through the whole house spreading positive energy. Her owner found out and I just had to take her back she literally tried to claw me when I tried to remove her from the house. She is also pregnant, but I’m just so upset as was she. I don’t know how to feel about the situation or what to do I felt our connection though and I know we will always be now I’m just so sad.
My father died and I was suddenly shifted to have to finally live with my husband who were doing long distance marriage because I was caring for my sick father. My husband isn’t a cat lover. He denied me my beloved Adel. every night when I go to sleep I cry for my cat and every am I see his little face. I am missing my father and my cat. I want to kill myself from deep grief. Life just seems meaningless without them. I am trying to get husband to understand the love for my cat but he seems jealous. TRUTH be told I love the cat WAY more than him. I can’t explain the bond but it’s HUGE… I am currently looking for someone to fly to FL and bring my beloved cat to me. My husband denied me to go pick him up. Husband also threatens to kick my beloved. I told him I’ll break every electronic he has if he harms my cat. I can’t undertand it and sick and sick with grief. I lost a 19yr pet and never thought I would recover/3yrs then Adel came to me. SOUL connection. I pray and pray my boy comes to me and all is good and safe. YOU will LOVE again🙏❤️
Maybe you’ll know the answer to a question that’s been in my mind since yesterday – nobody else writes about this and knows.
See, I’m more of a dog person myself. (This is about a cat, tho, bear with me please xD) . Have two dogs, always have had dogs, ever since I was born. I love them, I’d adopt the entire population of abandoned dogs if I could.
The thing is, I have always been terrified of cats. I don’t hate them (I don’t hate animals at all!), but I’m the kind of person who is so scared (like paralized-when-I-see-one scared) that I don’t really approach them either. I usually run like hell.
But yesterday, when walking home at night – which is something I hardly ever do – this cat who’s always around the neighborhood entered a house just as I was passing by it, and got mad at something. After I heard a sound that made me think said cat was mad, a little kitten came out of the house running like crazy – and the white cat came after it, but stopped chasing once it was away from the house.
And I couldn’t stop looking at the kitten. I was a few feet from my house, but something just made me cross the street and approach it, and the little one just approached me – and for the first and only time, I didn’t feel scared. Is that normal, does that happen to anyone else?
PS.: I couldn’t adopt it cause of my two dogs – they hate cats. I just helped him find a safe place to sleep (a house whose owners just come during weekends and that I know has no dogs in it) and am looking for someone to adopt it. Still, it hurt when I had to let go of the little cat.
Anyway, sorry if this doesn’t make any sense.
That’s not weird at all, I’m not scared of cats but dogs have always been more my thing. I rescue any animal I can but I feel the same way about taking in every homeless dog if I could. Until last may, I found a 5 week old kitten that I couldn’t bare to let go and every time I thought about it it hurt. I have 5 dogs who only two out of the five have lived with cats and one of them is not a fan by any means. It took a bit of time, I had to watch over Sam (my kitten) and keep him in a separate room when i was going out until everyone got used to each other. It took a lot of training for myself and the dogs. Now almost a year later he is basically one of the dogs but he does have cat things he does. My chihuahua and him get along great they chase each other around the house and Sam goes outside on his leash and harness with us in the backyard. I know not everyone’s situation works out this way but I’m very glad ours did he is quite amazing for coming into the house of a mainly dog person.
My cat Cleo and I are definitely soul mates. From the time that I met her sitting on a top of a stack of dog food in the vet’s office I have no interest in any other cat that was there. I said to my Dad that that I was the cat I wanted and he replied that it was the same cat that my mom had picked earlier.
For 17 years we ave been inseparable. She was my only friend through high school as I was bullies and even after high school she competed me when I would come home from work because my co-workers were being mean.
Se had save my family too. She woke up my mom when she was having a heart attack and notify me when her blood sugars were dangerously low. She would paw at my dad when he would not breathing at night. And I can honestly say I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you with my extreme borderline suicidal depression.
She was the only ray of sunshine to come home to when I was living alone.it felt good to feel the she need me and that I need. her.
Unfortunately for her things are to going out to very well. at 17 1/2 she i dying and it could be any day now. people say “it’s the way of life, “it’s just a cat” but when you have looked after it and slept with it for 17 years it really is hard to get involved.
Everyone called me the crazy cat lady but she is my baby. I might not get the real think.
Love you more than the world.
I am so thrilled to find this site! The stories have sincerely helped me in my recent loss. I have had cats from the beginning of my life. I have seen hardships as a child/adult and found that having cats helped me cope with life itself. Now 46, I still find myself thankful for the memories and still struggle with the loss.
In our household we have 2 dogs (Bulldog) (Great Dane) Dora my 11 year old senior mummy cat and Snugs my almost 2 year old cat who died at the jaws of our Bulldog. The sad part is my son was trying to be responsible by letting the dogs out while I was at work. My son didn’t close the door properly after letting them back in allowing for access to my little baby snugs and when I came home I let the dogs out yet again without realizing my baby was outside. When I opened the door I was horrified, I still cant get the sight of her out of my mind!
Events leading up to this my ex-husband knew the aggression of his bully and did nothing even after he attacked our Dane, took a chunk out of his leg and ate it! I should of then done something! I just felt the burden of rehoming and assessing should of been his responsibility. Its hard enough having to make decisions like this. Had I done something Snugs would still be alive today and I am grieving the guilt and wrong doing of my actions.
I named snugs the opposite of what she really was! she didn’t like to snuggle too much, still she was always there supervising me in tub, lying next me, would extend her body upwards for me to pick her up and hug her followed with a bum pat! She loved to high 5 me in the morning and when she wanted to go outside for a few minutes she would tap the door knob. “Mummy can I go outside for a few minutes” she was a character of her own and one I loved very much! She would stay up with me in my office late always cheering me on! Now I sit here empty, a change has taken place in this household. Bulldog is no longer in our home and is being reassessed for a chance to be rehomed. I still have the Dane but I am not very trusting at the moment and I doubt I will ever own dogs again. Tomorrow the Dane is being assessed. I just cant have another cat die now that the Dane has witnessed a kill.
I will never get through the image etched in my heart, placing my hand on her lifeless body and asking for forgiveness, I cant imagine how fearful she was and probably wondering where I was when she was losing her life. I failed miserably! I will miss her for as long as I live! Just as my other animals. I turn to scriptures, books, and sites like this for healing, My heart is broken and I am angry! She didn’t deserve this at all!
I hope that others who find that their dogs lunge or chase cats to please take note for it could end in a tragedy! I wouldn’t want anyone to go through what I have or the burden of a teenager who feels responsible as well. Our cats and Dogs are our children and needed to treated as such.
To my little snug, may you find the freedom you seek and know that your earthly mummy loves you and misses you beyond words. In my heart now and forever!
Snugs mum,
It is never easy to lose a fur baby, whatever the circumstances. Try not to blame yourself but instead focus on the good memories with Snug. She sounds amazing, a lot like my cat Romeo. He passed away this past sunday morning from cardio myopathy and kidney failure, he was almost 17 and I had him his entire life. He was my soulmate and completely humanlike, he would come running and meowing when I’d call him and would always know when to comfort me. The bond between him and I was unbreakable. I miss him so much and cant stop crying.. at work, at the gym and at home. I am devastated and feel guilty as tho I could have done something more for him. He had been losing weight the previous months but I chalked it up to old age. I also feel like I didn’t give him enough attention over the holidays, having two little girls now. I just feel empty and broken inside. I too turn to these sites for healing.
Sending prayers your way.
Im so touched by all of these stories, my heart goes out to all who have lost their soul kitties. I found this website searching “spiritual connection with your cat” because I honestly feel like Miss Mama cat and I have something that ive never had with any animal before. I found her in October, 2013. I was outside calling for my cat, Charlotte. I had just came home from DQ with a vanilla ice cream cone.. instead of Charlotte running up to me, it was a very skinny tuxedo cat that had a pouch-like belly. she was purring and rubbing up on me, she was the sweetest thing! I even let her have some of my ice cream! Thinking she was pregnant by looking at her belly, I wanted to keep her – at least until she had her kittens so they wouldnt be out in the cold.. My father said absolutely not. My mother was a little more lenient and let Mama cat into our house while we tried to look on craiglist, hoping to find her owner. no luck, my mom said that I couldnt keep her inside the house since dad said no… I had to put her back outside. I remember the next day while I was at school it rained so hard and all i could think about was that black and white cat…. I couldn’t believe it, she was at my door step when I came home from school . I took her inside and put her in my room , my mother came home from work and I told her that i just HAD to keep this cat, we posted ‘found cat’ on craigslist, pet fbi, and even had posters up around town, no one claimed her.. eventually I convinced my parents to let me keep her. fast forward to today, Mama cat is my very best friend, follows me upstairs, downstairs , looks out the window while im out back, waits for me outside of the bathroom while im getting ready, waits for me at the door to get home from work.. she chirps and head nods whenever I look at her, sleeps on top of my chest every night. Ive cried about how much I love this cat multiple times. as crazy as that sounds lol.. we just “click”. ya know? She shes such a sweet lil soul… shes right next to me as I type this (,: soul mate kitties definitely exist
My soul cat is still pretty new he’s almost 9 months old and I found him at 5 weeks old. I’ve rescued other cats and kittens in the years but keeping them was never a thought with 3 dogs. We hadn’t had cats in almost 8 years and i thought it was better to stay that way especially in a small place. Than I found tiny little Sammy (Sam Axe-Franklin is his full name) tucked between my sheds in my backyard and that night he curled up on my lap and slept purring like a mad man I knew we had something. His stunning blue eyes his white fur and a little shock of orange on his nose he was just beautiful. He loves to talk to me, perches while I cook or clean and he climbs me like a mountain. He’s the only cat I’ve met that asks to be picked up, I suffer from insomnia but as soon as he curls up and I start petting him I’m asleep in no time. He has a harness to go outside and he loves being in the backyard on it with me. He would cry at the back door when I had to go out to do yard work so the harness makes him happy since he’s out with me and he gets to watch over what I’m doing. He also protects me in new places when we stay and he hears someone walking around he gets close to me and growls at the sound. When I leave he walks around calling for me, as soon as I get home no matter where he is or what he’s doing he runs to me to be picked up and if I’m sad or having a tough day he just knows I need cuddles. He’s also helped with my anxiety weather he knows it or not I can talk to anyone about him where normally I just want to get away I just wish I could take him with me everywhere because he just makes me feel more confident it’s hard to explain. He gives kisses which I’ve never seen a cat do before and he loves to play fetch. He’s been having blood around his anus with soft stools when I took him to the vet they couldn’t find anything and I’m having a horrible time trying to figure out the cause. They gave him a probiotic last time it seemed to work so I might try that again but it has worried me so much. Our life has gotten pretty stressful recently and I’m trying to keep the stress down for him but some changes that have gone on I can’t really help him with. He’s so special to me, he’s my snuggle boy and he’s my soul mate if there ever was one. I’m looking forward to all the time together all the adventures we still have and of course I can’t forget my soul mate dogs 🙂
I was very touched by the other cat lovers. I am so blessed to be chosen by my dear soul 😺. I suffered many tragedies throughout my life & closed off my feelings. I am a changed Woman & I owe it to the unconditional love ❤️ only a true familiar can bring. I was fortunate to visit the shelter on the fateful day. I will never be the same & I am feeling more alive & creative again. Funny thing with a rescue cat 🐱, I was the one that was saved.
My cat soul mate is missing. Most of my family think Harlie had passed away. I wasn’t his owner. But I went to my grandma’s house every Sunday to play with Harlie. Since I was 5 years old. And now I am 20. I have always felt such a special connection to him. I would hold him and lay with him for hours. I just had this feeling being around him that I can’t explain in words. I always wanted to take him home but my dad is very allergic. Last Sunday I went out to play with Harlie, he always came when I called his name. I picked him up and he put his pawn on my shoulder like he was giving me a hug. He was a lot skinnier and I had just had this feeling for a while that he might not be here much longer. I coudled him so much putting my face in his fur and he purred. I felt like he was saying goodbye. Than on Tuesday he went missing. We still haven’t found him. But I prayed to God that he would be okay and if he is out there that a family took him in and that he is safe. If he did pass away I ask God everyday to hold him and tell him I love him and to pet and coudle him for me. I miss him so much and I can’t stop crying. My mom tells me to stop crying because he is not my cat. But I can’t stop. I loved him more than anything in this world. He was my cat soul mate and I felt so close to him. I hope so bad in heaven that I cat meet him again. I believe I will. I love you my Harlie.
I cry with you Emily. My prayers are for both you and Harlie.
You will meet up with your beloved at the Rainbow 🌈 Bridge. May the love you shared comfort you until you are reunited.
My darling soulmate just passed away today 15/9/2016 🙁
I didn’t even know he was my soulmate until I took a photo of him today – curled up at peace, with a bunch of daffodils I placed over him. When I looked at the photo after, I was stunned to see that the daffodils had a magnificent glow about them against his pitch black fur. Almost ‘aura’ like. My girlfriend commented that they were positioned where his heart is and he was communicating to me, saying thank you and he was now out of pain and ok. She was the one who said he was my soulmate.
I now realise he was and still is.
About 8 years ago he walked into my house, found me and never left. Every day without fail (even yesterday as he was dying) he would greet me at the car – or rather, stand vigil until my return. When I was upset and crying, no matter where he was he would appear and sit on me, keeping me company and calming my nerves. I would even go so far as to say he virtually mimicked my whimpering, in sympathy, at times.
He ‘understood’ me. And I understood him.
He never complained, was patient and enduring. I never knew him to hunt or catch anything, nor step away from the house. The many other cats that were introduced in his time, he took in his stride. Not once did he retaliate or sulk.
He was an old and sensible soul.
Sadly he passed away today, slipping away after six days of nursing him. He was never a ‘well’ cat – plagued with infections (throat, mouth, teeth, ears, etc) – and would reveal his ‘feral nature’ at the vets, hence my decision to let him pass away naturally. He certainly was not the most handsome, but he was a beautiful soul. And my closest confidante. Nothing was too good for him in my eyes and yet he was a simple cat, not asking for much, if anything at all.
I miss him so much already and my home feels so empty without him, but I know he is at peace now, which is the greatest gift I could give him in return for all he has done and shared with me. I love him to eternity and back, and know we will meet again in one form or another. He is watching over me, as much as I will always seek that ‘sign’ of knowing he is ok too. I think the glowing flowers in the photo today were very much the first sign.
I was privileged to have him in my life. And I can’t wait to be reunited with him again in my future – somewhere, somehow, some way.
Yes, we can and do have soul mates – and yes, they do very much come in many forms. Once you find them, you’ll never want to let go.
Don’t.
Ever.
🙂
My heart goes out to you, Romy. Nearly three years for me now (9-24-13). Her loss remains a void; I visit her grave often and occasionally she visits me. Kindred souls. The love of a cat is a blessing. Rejoice in the life that you shared together. *hugs*
@Romy
I’m sorry for your loss. He sounds so sweet! Waiting by your car near his death… that breaks my heart but it’s so nice to know he had a really sweet owner who loved him.