My Cookie Monster
Over eight years ago, I received a fabulous gift for my birthday. Her name was Cookie. I also called her my Cookie Monster. She was a black and white cat adopted from a local shelter.When you flipped her over onto her back, her stomach looked like a big Oreo cookie.
I didn’t have kids, so she became my first child and after some life changes, she became the closest thing I would ever come to it. She was never shy; she always hung out with me whether or not there were other people in the house. At night time, she always followed me to the bedroom and curled up by my feet to sleep. I loved having her around and felt the unconditional love only a pet like that could provide.
In 2009, she started loosing weight and with little explanation from the vets office, I did what I could to keep her going. However, by the end of 2010, her body gave out and it was time to say goodbye to my baby girl. That morning I kept telling her that I loved her and that I would see her again on the other side. After all, I hunt ghosts, so of course I believed that I would see her again.
I should have known what would happen next but I never thought it would have been possible. I woke up in the middle of the night a few weeks after putting Cookie down. I walked out of my bedroom door and looked down the hall and couldn’t believe what I saw. There sitting by my grandfather’s writing desk was a small white shadow in the same location Cookie use to like to sit in. From that spot she could see not only down the stairs but down the hallway as well.
Cookie Sleeping in the Sun!
I halfheartedly figured out what it was that night but I shrugged it off as part of my sleepy imagination and the wishing of her return. It wasn’t until a few days later that I got confirmation it was her. I had just settled into bed and my other two cats were sleeping soundly in other areas of the house. Without the noise of the cat-door opening, I felt a cat jump on the bed and settle into the same spot which Cookie claimed every night. I looked immediately to see which cat is was and to my surprise there wasn’t one there.
After this happened several times in a few weeks, I finally allowed myself to believe that it was Cookie. The next time it happened, I whispered, “Good night Cookie Monster, I love you,” and then I drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
How to find me!