32. One Last Time
I was living in Boston. I woke up at 3 am or so by my cat jumping up on my bed and curling in between my calf muscles and going to sleep. My cat would do this every night since I was 5 years old. That was his spot. It was something I was very familiar with.
Thing is, My cat was living with my parents on the west coast. So I couldn’t understand what the heck I just felt. But I knew it was my cat.. I just figured I was dreaming.
Got a call from my parents the following morning that my cat died around midnight the previous night. 3 hours behind since I was on the east coast. Guess that was my cat traveling to Boston to come to see me one last time.