11th was the last morning I saw my 13-month-old black
cat, Annabelle. A few days later I was informed by my
neighbor that they found her run over. I was completely
devastated by the news. She was the first cat I let
myself get attached to since I was a child.
I'd frequently visit her grave and talk to her saying:
"Bella, if reincarnation for animals is true, please
hop into a neighbor's kitten and come home to me, because
I really miss you." Since I live way out in the country
and have very few neighbors, I didn't think this would
months later, January 11th, I noticed out of my living
room window a little black kitten walking up to my front
door. I went outside to pick it up. A little tiny boy
kitten no more than seven weeks old came out of nowhere.
I called around but found that he didn't belong to anyone
who is Annabelle's brother, has taken a liking to this
little fella, now named Black Jack by my daughter. Junior
gives him baths and cuddles with him the way he did
with Annabelle. I think this is more than just a coincidence.
I strongly believe that Annabelle came home as Jack.
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