Rudy & Nicki

I recently finished reading  The Spirit Whisperer Chronicles of a medium by John Holland. I found the book quite interesting, but I am not here to write a review.

One of the many things discussed in the books are ADC, after death communication. Mr. Holland, as well as many other mediums whose work I have read , believes anyone can experience ADC.  I happen to agree with him. Here I am going to write about a personal experience I have had.

I am and I have always been an animal lover. It has been reassuring for me to read that many mediums believe animals have souls, and that we will meet them again once we cross over.

A few years ago something terrible happened. I had recently moved in my new home. My thirteen-year- old cat was quite upset by the move. For weeks she didn’t explore the home preferring instead to stick close to the main floor and basement. She ventured to the back yard a few times and only for a few minutes.

At the beginning of May that year we had a beautiful warm day. My kids and I took full advantage of it. That evening we had dinner in our back yard for the very first time. My cat, Nicki, being very gregarious, ventured out on the steps to watch us eat. After dinner I played on the side of the house with my dog, and I ended up chatting for a while with one of my new neighbours. When I got back inside it was dark, my kids had gone back in before me, I assumed Nicki had also.

The following day was a super busy day, I spent it almost entirely working on the computer in the loft. It was only that evening that I realized I had not seen my cat all day. Upon reflection I understood she had been missing since the night before. The following morning I started to search for her. I knocked on neighbours doors. I walked around with her photo and asked anyone I met if they had seen her. I posted posters with two of her photos asking for help in finding her. I contacted vets, Humane Society, you name it. Every day I walked for hours calling her. Everyday my search went wider and so did the posters.

I asked the Tarot for help. The response was that she was alive but very scared. A couple of weeks went by. I was taping  another poster of my missing cat to a street lamp, when something made me jump. It felt like a cat lovingly rubbing herself against my calf. When I looked down, all I could see was some kind of electrical box.

I had goose bumps all over and the horrible feeling that my beloved Nicki had passed away, and that she was telling me to let go, that there was nothing else I could do.

The very same day I went back to Tarot for help.  The Death card came up in the position of how she was. I started  crying right there. I am the first to say that Death nine times out of ten means transition, not physical death, but in the contest of that spread I had no doubt on the meaning. The cards also told me I would receive information soon and that it would unleash a ton of emotions. I remember looking at the page of swords in the deck I was using, and thinking that perhaps she was already buried. Shortly after that I received a phone call. A gentleman walking his dog in the woods not far from me had found her. There wasn’t much left of Nicki. A fox or a coyote had eaten most of her, but her collar and her name tag were still on her and he took it. Once at home the gentleman told his wife, and she had seen one of my fliers. He called me. As grateful as I am to him for his kindness, I barely spoke to him. I passed the phone to my husband, so that they could make arrangements to go get her and bring her home. The pain I felt was overwhelming and as I write this, tears fill up my eyes. We figured out Nicki lasted perhaps ten days out there by herself. Why I didn’t find her in time, or why she didn’t find her way back, I will never know.

But I am sure that Nicki somehow knew how hard I was looking for her, and that I would not stop searching until I found her.  That day it was her spirit who somehow managed to rub against my leg, to let me know she loved me and that it was time to let go, and stop looking for her.

Anna