When I was 21, some years ago, I had booked a holiday to celebrate finishing university. My lovely mum had been diagnosed with cancer just a couple of months beforehand and was undergoing treatment; I wanted to cancel the holiday but she insisted I go and have fun.
One day my then boyfriend and I were on a boat trip, and I felt unbearably ill. The worst I have ever felt. Couldn’t stand, couldn’t move my head, couldn’t speak. Managed to get off the boat, sat down on a wall near the sea, feeling utterly wretched. Asked my boyfriend to find some help (we were on a small Greek island, mobile phones not really a thing then).
Suddenly a stray cat made a beeline for me, curled up on my lap and went to sleep. I am not a cat person by any means, but I immediately felt a complete stillness and peace, and the ill feeling passed completely. I sat there for a while, feeling content and relieved, until the cat woke up and moved off. It was still early enough in the morning for us to have a lovely day.
I got home a few days later to discover that my mum had passed away unexpectedly quickly, and in some pain, on the exact day I had that experience. Worked out she died at around the same time that cat came and sat on my lap. We are not a religious family, and I have not experienced anything like that before or since, but it gives me great comfort to think that she was letting me know she was at rest.
It’s also interesting to see others having had similar experience of being connected to their loved ones.