03/27/2026
The night Armin, my darling maincoon cat passed, I asked for a sign.
I needed to know he made it. That he was okay. That what we had (15 years of a bond I believe crossed multiple lifetimes) didnāt just end. I wanted to know that he made it comfortably to the other realm.
That night, my wife and I were sitting by a fire in our backyard with a close friend. Out of the dark, a barn owl swooped down and landed in the tree above us.
We had never seen an owl on our property before.
I knew. I knew immediately.
He sent me that owl. And since then, he sends me dragonflies. Thatās how we communicate across the realms now. My boy who slept above my pillow for 15 years, who I believe I have known across lifetimes, who kept me on this earth more times than I can count.
That kind of love doesnāt end. It changes form.
If you are in the early days of loss and you are listening for a sign, please keep listening. They find a way. They always do.
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