My cat Bootsie, was a Maine Coon, that I got in Africa. I brought him back to the States and he was a wonderful companion. Bootsie lived twenty-two great years, but had to pass
I was very upset about the loss, but finally was convinced by my husband, to get another pet. While we wandered about the animal shelter, one particular longhaired tabby kitty kept pawing me
through the bars each trip by his cage. I noticed the kitten, but was really looking for a much younger kitten than him. My husband also noticed the paw pulling him over on his way by and we both went
back to look at the kitten again. We inquired about him, and learned he had one more day left at the shelter. That did it for us and we picked him out of all the cats.
This kitten was named Jazz, and after we took him to our vet for the once over, we brought him home.
The most incredible thing happened once we brought him in the house. He marched into the kitchen, as if he had lived there all his life and had a snack. Once he finished that, he walked into
the spare room and hopped into the spare bed for a nap in the exact same spot Bootsie, always slept. We wondered how Jazz knew all these things!
Some of us are truly lucky in that we get to see our babies pass over and live again in the same lifetime.