I would like to share with you an event that has happened in our lives, within my immediate family. I just ran across your site here, looking for Unsolved Mysteries the TV show. In any case, I find your site quite interesting, and feel that my finding it was no accident. A few months ago, I had been looking for resources on the Internet that I might get some assitance from, regarding an issue that I dont want to discuss at this time. Due to other events in my life, I had to put it on the back burner for the time being, but am now ready to pursue it further. My intention is to find the best source available to present this issue to. I am sure that others will find this as interesting as I do. With that said, I would like to share something else with you. I guess I would like to start out by saying, that I've had more than one occurance of events that are considered, visits from persons that are deceased, I would also be considered to have a perception of things happening before I'm told or made aware. I don't know how to explain this, it just happens. Usually a feeling I get that is like no other, I recognize it for what it is. I come from a large family, 14 children, there have been so many times when I knew someone was going to call me, or write, my family lives all over the country, and we don't communicate often. Unfortunately, the last time I thought about one of my older brothers, woke up from my sleep crying about him, thought for sure he was hurt... it turned out the brother next in line, had a heart attack that night, almost died. I realize it was the wrong brother, but hadn't thought about either of them in some time, they are very close in age as !well as a close tie. I've gotten off the track, there are so many things I could write about... but I'll tell you about what is happening here at my house, now. It's about our cat, so don't laugh, okay? I feel better to share this at this time. Our cat, Marquee, whom we had for 10 years, was poinsoned this summer. By a houseguests emotionally disturbed son, he is 12 yrs. old. The kid did this the day they moved out of our house, on thier way to WA, they had been living with us for a couple of months. They wouldn't move on thier own, etc.. bad situation, so I had to ask them to move. During the time they lived with us, the young boy, whom I'll call Jeremy was very disturbed, he did some things in our home that were destructive, etc. The one and only time I seen Jeremy being a sensitive person, was at night when he was asleep. He slept on our living room couch. Our cat had been getting stand offish over the last year, kept to himself for the most part, but still, had his wonderful personality. At night, I would find Marquee snuggled up against Jeremy, and Jeremy holding onto the cat, as though he were a security blanket. We d! idn't allow the cat on the furniture, Marquee knew better, but this I had to allow. It was the sweetest thing to see, and I know that it helped Jeremy to feel close to Marquee, and to be able to fall asleep at night. When Marquee was found dead, and the evidence of what caused his death, was found, we felt horrible. It hurt us so much, we loved that cat, and he loved us too. What really breaks my heart is to remember how much Marquee loved Jeremy, it showed, that cat wouldn't leave his side. I couldn't understand how that could happen, how Jeremy could go through the actions of mixing the poison with Marquees food, then making sure it was in his water, etc. Everytime I tried to reason with Jeremie's actions, I couldn't. When I wrote a letter to Jeremy's mom to tell her that we knew exactly what happened, she said, oh he couldn't have done that, he loved that cat, and he's crying so hard thinking that you believe he could do this. Then the light finally came on, I finally understood why Jeremy would do this to Marquee. Marquee was the only one that Jeremy loved in our house, felt close to, and depended on for security. Marquee gave Jeremy all the good feelings he had been looking f! or. When I had to ask them to move, Jeremy was very unhappy about this, and loved the area we live in, he didn't want to head north. I don't know if this makes sense at all, I just feel that Jeremy didn't want to leave Marquee behind. Even so, this has hurt us very bad, and we feel so sad wondering what Marquee went through, trying to survive, and then losing his battle to live. I have felt so bad not being able to help Marquee, or to know what he was sick from and get him the medical help he needed. Our daughters just as hurt and sad, they loved that cat for so many years. We all miss him terribly. What I'm going to tell you may sound strange, believe me, I was relieved to find out I'm not the only one in our house that experienced what I have. This is what's been happening. Marquee died September 27, 1997. We moved out of that house and into another on November 28, 1997. In the agreement to rent this house, we had to give up our dog, his name was Puppy,. and we had him since he was born, he is five years old now. This too broke our hearts, we didn't think we would be able to give him up, but had no choice. We had to take him to the local animal shelter, as we couldn't find him a home. They said, don't worry, we will place him for adoption, and should have no problem doing so. We have no way of knowing if he got a new home, or was put und! er, and I can't pick up the phone to ask.. I don't want to know. Needless to say, this has been devastating to us, all of us. Puppy and Marquee were best of friends, and just like the other kids in the house. They all watched TV together, played together, and were treated as humans, not animals. They were both very smart, and had great personalities. Marquee was so princely, he loved to get his occasional treat of Hershey Kisses, or Peanutbutter Cups, served in a crystal dish of course. He only nibbled on one kiss at a time, and opened the foil perfectly, so not to make a mess on the table or carpet. Here's what's been happening... I'm a night-owl, and stay up late by myself. Usually to sit on the computer. One evening, probably the first week of December, I was sitting here, and started to turn around to pet Marquee as he walked past me. Between my chair and the love seat. We have the computer in the living room now, small house. As I turned I realized, Marquee isn't here. The odd thing is that I seen him walk past me, to the left, and started to come close like he used to, to brush up against my left leg. Within a couple days later.. as I walked from the kitchen to the dining room, I caught a glimpse of Marquee walking out of the dining room, close to the doorway, into the living room. I remember now that the first time I seen him, after he had died, was at our other house, I seen him walking around the far side of the dining room table. I almost yelled at him not to jump up on the chair, as he often did. Then realized.. he isn't there, he's dead.. I'm losing! it! Back to when I've seen him at this house..each time, I will see him somewhat off to the side of my vision, a movement, and a body that I know to be him. He's walking, moving, but somewhat of a gray color. I don't know how to explain this, when I first see him, as he's moving, I know it's him I'm looking at, but as I direct my sight on him, it's a movement of gray mass, then nothing. This story goes even further. A few weeks ago, my husband called me into the bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, a little confused. He had seen Marquee, scooting quickly around the corner of the end of our bed, as Marquee so often did. It was sort of a game between the two of them, Marquee would sit at the side of our bed, when my husband would make a move towards him to pet him, he would run! This was the second time my husband seen him, the first at our old house, and my husband, like I, didn't want to say anything to each other, for fear that we would think each other, crazy. Now it goes on.... the week of Christmas, I couldn't tell you which day, as I don't remember. Our 14 yr.old daughter told us that she just seen Marquee, as she sat at the computer to do a school project. She said she seen him, then he was gone quickly. She knew it was him, and it kind of scared her at first, then she felt sad. She had no apprehention in telling us about this occurance, she said she had seen him once before at our old house. You should know, our daughter knew nothing of our times of seeing Marquee, we had talked in private, and never mentioned it to our daughters. I think that Marquee is still with us. I believe that since he wasn't ill, ready to die, or to leave us in any way... he is still here. I think that he can't go on to wherever animals go after death. I know he is sad, I know he is scared. I feel this way about him when I think of how he died, and each time I've seen him, it's like he's here to let us know he still wants to be with us. Marquee was a bit of a loner, but still had his moments. He was frail, but still healthy. He was a beautiful Himilayan, he gave this family so much love. It's kind of ironic, I have never been attached to animals before, but these two that we've had have been like one of the kids, and we all loved them so much. No matter how many times we moved, or how far, they went with us. We moved here to CA from WA three years ago. Marquee rode in the back window of the car all the way down, he looked like one of those stuffed cats. He loved the sun, I think that's why he enjoyed life so much her! e in California. He had all the sun he wanted. He would stick his nose up at the dog most of the time, but when the dog got hurt (which he did a few times), Marquee was the first one to the dog, and would nudge up against wherever the injury was.. they had thier own silent communication, unique to them alone. We miss our cat, we miss our dog, but I feel that our visits from Marquee were not the last, he'll be here again. It's kind of funny that so many of the times he's been seen by one of us, he was going around a corner of some sort. I did ask my husband what did Marquee look like when he seen him, not telling him how he looked to me. He said well, he looked like Marquee for the most part, but not really in detail, he was a white and gray color.. not defined. Also, when he would focus on where he seen Marquee move, Marqee was gone.. that's how it is when I've seen him. Almost like we can't catch up to him. I know this is lengthy, I wasn't prepared to talk about this tonight. But decided that I want to tell someone, it's too much to keep to ourselves, now that three of us have seen him. Isn't it strange? I think so in some ways, then in other ways, I think he's just not ready to leave this life. I wish we could bring him back, we weren't ready to say good bye either. By the way, Marquee's birthday was on December 25th. If you find our experience of any interest, please use whatever part of this information that you may want to use. I just ask that you don't change the facts, they are facts. I know this wasn't written in a story form, I just wanted to tell you what's been happening here. Now that I think of it, the last even was the week of Christmas, which is Marquees Birthday, do you think it has any correlation to his visits? Please let me know, and also, I would like to know more about your interest, as I do have another issue that needs to be heard and possibly investigated. Thank you. How it changed my life:This hasn't changed our lives at all. If anything, we find it even harder to accept Marquees death, we can't say good bye to him, knowing he is still here. I guess at first we felt so much anger towards Jeremy, I just kept asking how he could do this to a cat that loved him so much. Then I realized that he did this because Marquee was the one in our house that he could love, and felt betrayed when he had to move. I think Jeremy killed Marquee out of anger, and hurt both, it was his way to get back at us, knowing how much we loved our pets. I'm still not clear as to why, maybe we'll never know. But I do feel that we have more of an understanding today as to why Jeremy would do this, and feel so sad for him knowing that he is hurting so much himself. I almost feel that Marquee understood why, even so, he didn't want to go yet. He was scared.
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