Melissa Fordham is one of the most interesting women I know. Years back when we lived in the neighborhood we moved to when our daughter, Megan, was 6 weeks old, she lived in the neighborhood with her family. She’s 11 years older than Megan, who will be 30 this year, and back then, when Melissa was in her teens, she used to babysit for Megan.
I saw her periodically during her college years, we went to her wedding, and then she and her husband, Jon, moved to New York. But she kept in touch. She’s a Leo who grew up with cats and who, for 20 years, had a beautiful cat named Star. Melissa also has an insatiable appetite for answers that don’t fall within the normal or usual scheme of things and in the past several years, has been exploring that unseen realm.
Last year, Star died and ever since, Melissa has been experiencing a lot of contact with Star. We’ve written about several of her contacts. The most recent event appeared in my text messages this evening. It’s a weird one, for sure.
Toward the end of her life, Star was on a med called Cosequin for her arthritis, featured in both pics. It’s a joint supplement. But after the cat died, Melissa got rid of the pills and sent them to friends with older cats. “I’ve actually deep cleaned in the year since she died, so there’s really no explanation for what happened.”
On her kitchen floor, she found a single pill, Cosequin, and texted Jon about it. “There’s a Cosequin pill just in the middle of the floor in the kitchen. Just there. Randomly. We don’t have that anymore.”
Jon: Star put it there. She’s saying, “Hi! I don’t need this anymore.”
Melissa wrote that she left the pill there all day and into the next morning – well, just because.
“At first I thought it was a pill of mine, but then I was like, no, I haven’t taken any pills…and Jon’s been gone a week…so it wasn’t his. Then I got closer and was like…OH. MY. GOD.
I was almost afraid to touch it at first. I also liked Jon’s explanation of it.”
What I find so intriguing about her experience is that apparently animal spirits, like their human counterparts, seem to use whatever is most convenient to let us know they’re around.
Now I would really enjoy some type of communication from our Golden Retriever, Noah, who died on March 14. Or form our first Golden, Jessie, who died in 2007. Or from our cats Powder and Tigerlil, who passed in 2017 and 2012, or from our black and white tuxedo cat, Whiskers, who passed in 2006.
You get the idea here, right? We outlive all our animal buddies. And they do seem to reach out to us once they get to that Rainbow Bridge.