montcalm User Profile

Our family cat of 16 years left us on January 3, 2007. She came into our lives when my wife and I were dating and living in different cities: Me, Washington, D.C. and my wife (girlfriend at the time) and Naomi, a very young and very small, solid black domestic short haired kitty, were in Charlotte, NC. Naomi was a tiny kitten and later a very lean adult cat (8 lbs.) but had very big ears that she could move in any direction and given the fact that my wife and I enjoyed seeing raptors in the wild, we nicknamed Naomi, The Hawk.

For 16 years, we'd call out to her or ask one another, "where's Hawky". She had other nicknames, as most pets do, but Hawky was said most frequently. The day she passed was an unusually warm day in Eastern North Carolina. When my wife returned from vet's office she immediately selected an area on our property for Naomi's final resting spot. It was to be an area in the corner of our yard adjacent to the wood pile, under a hammock of long leaf pines overlooking the gentle estuary know as Hall's Creek. Sitting there, the only sounds you hear are the winds whistling through the trees and the intermittent splashes caused by a stray pelican diving for fish.

That afternoon, as we sat on our porch watching the sun make its decent from the western sky, we peered over to grave where Naomi now rested. What we saw above, in the pine tree immediately above her grave surprised us but at the same time reassured us that Naomi was still with us. There, on a limb, was a beautiful hawk. It's majestic feather's glistened in the late afternoon sunlight and its head looked directly at us on the porch as if to say, "I'm here, you're little Hawky, everything is OK."

The hawk then alit into the neighboring woods.

Do our pet's have a spirit? Absolutely!

Mike & Kathy
Swansboro