Being near death is a place none of us want to be, but we will all be there at least once.
I found myself near death a couple of times in the last year. An infection in my leg almost took my life. Thankfully, it only took my left leg below the knee.
During my sickness, I had a couple of odd experiences that I’ve chalked up to exactly how sick I was.
Our family has several pets. One of them is a cat named Abby, and since this is a spooky experience, of course, she is a black cat.
Abby is four years old, and she’s been our pet since she was six weeks old. This cat has never had anything to do with me. She doesn’t come near me. She doesn’t want me to pet her. She certainly doesn’t want to lay or sit near me.
That all changed late in my sickness. Abby started laying at my feet every night. It was eerie to me, because I felt like the cat knew I might not be in the land of the living for long.
There is plenty of evidence that cats and many other animals can sense when a person is about to die. One example is of a 2-year-old cat named Oscar that accurately predicted more than 25 deaths of patients in an advanced dementia ward in a nursing and rehabilitation center.
There is no scientific evidence regarding the scent of people who are terminally ill, but a number of animal experts around the globe contend that a cats ability to sense impending death would most likely be the result of a specific smell being emitted by people on the verge of death.
After reading several stories similar to my experience, I don’t think I realized at the time exactly how sick and near death that I was.
Abby is back to being completely apathetic toward me, and she hasn’t slept at me feet since I came home from the hospital in March.
Another spooky thing that I experienced during the sickness is seeing the image of a woman in the hallway, just outside my bedroom door.
She was tall, slender and void of any expression. The lady was always wearing a black top with a white bib and long, white dress. When I first saw the figure, I thought she looked like a maid from a couple hundred years ago.
As I searched the internet to find a photograph that matched what I saw, I become convinced she was a nurse from the 1800s (the pic will be posted below).
It made sense to me that she would be a nurse, but the chill I got when I saw her made me think she wasn’t there to take care of me.
No one else in my house could see her, but I could see her plain as day. She would stand just outside my bedroom door. Her eyes never moved from me.
On one night, I heard someone walking down the hall toward my bedroom. When I looked to the door, there was the figure, but she wasn’t the one walking. She was standing and before I could warn Andrea, she walked straight through her.
I screamed, “You walked through her!”
“That’s got to be rude,” I added.
Andrea thought I was crazy, and maybe I was crazy. Maybe the sickness was hitting me so hard that I was having an odd vision, but I don’t think that was the case.
At that point, I was so sick that maybe my brain and body was in tune with things that I usually wouldn’t notice. Was she there to take care of me, or was she there to escort me to my next destination.
All I know is I haven’t seen her since I’ve overcome the illness. I hope I never see her again, and I sure don’t want that cat sleeping at my feet.