I dreamed of Molly last night. She was a kitten, running and jumping and spinning around in a beautiful garden. The first thing she said was that she had never seen the sun. Which is true… She was outside only once in all of her 20 years, and it was in the middle of a thunderstorm. She was chasing and playing with a tiny yellow butterfly. Then she thanked me for getting her help from the nice man she used to see every year. “He picked me up and hugged me and loved me like he used to do” … that’s Dr. Wahls, her veterinarian. “Then he gave me a little sharp tap (needle), and I suddenly felt good again. I thought I’d be going home to you, Mommy! I could see him and the nice lady who hugged me too, but I couldn’t move. I was calm and relaxed. The nice man was crying a little bit like you, Mommy. Just a little bit. He petted me but I couldn’t feel it. I wanted to put my head under his hand like I do with you, Mommy, when I want you to pet me and rub my ears. But I couldn’t move my head, but it was okay. I felt so much better! Then something shiny, long and thin, smaller than the pens you write stories with. He put it on my fur near my neck, but I didn’t feel anything. Then I just went to sleep like I do on our bed, Mommy, and I woke up in the sunshine. The grass whispered to me what sunshine is. Then this little creature flew over to me. We are playing tag. I am so happy here. But the flying bug with wings said Mommy couldn’t come be with me yet. I was a little sad, but the flowers showed me how to look down and see you. So Mommy you can look up and see me too, any time you want. Thank you, Mommy, for listening to me when I told you it was time to go. I didn’t think you heard me at first. But you did, and now I’m here! Oh, Mommy, guess what? I can see again! I will be with you all the time, and we can talk whenever you want to. Mommy Debbie, why are you crying? Are those happy tears? I…ROVE…U… You taught me to say that. I remember… U…ROVE…ME!”

Molly

Many of my readers who have followed me for a long time will remember my spokesperson, Molly the cat. She went to live in heaven last week after a beautiful, long life of 20 years. Molly was rescued by my father and nursed back to health after a traumatic beginning in life. She had her own video, which was seen by people all over the world. 

Molly was also a character in my YA Series of Books, Delilah Astral Projection Series. She will live forever in my books.

It has taken me over a week to be able to impart my sad news to the world. I know that my Molly is in heaven. I will use the words of my own sister who is a Veterinarian. She was at her first job after getting her degree of V.M.D. from the University of Pennsylvania. A young woman approached my sister after getting the sad news that her cat had passed. “Will my cat be waiting for me in heaven?” My sister did not skip a breath or a heartbeat, but immediately said, “Would it be heaven without them?”

No, it would not be heaven without the pets in our lives. Molly is with my father Daddy Harry Bowman, who saved her life. She is also with my husband, Daddy Sidney. They all dwell in heaven together. I send my love!

Deborah A. Bowman