My story is about a cat I had named "Fritz". We got him when I was 4, and 12 years later he came up with FeLV. I was crushed.

This was my boy, my companion, my first real memory of a pet. We gave him meds, and started feeding baby food, and he began to rally. I was too afraid to really do anything while he was so sick, but after he started eating and showing improvement I went to the movies with some friends. Very suddenly at about 10, I got very very depressed, started crying, and my friends had to take me home. I got home about 11, and my mom met me at the stairs, grief stricken. Fritz had suddenly gone into convulsions and died an hour before.

I had never felt such loss in my little life. But the fact that I had *felt* it was so strong, and so definite, it was truly amazing.

I am sorry for the sadness of the story, but does anybody else believe in that kind of psychic link to other beings?