On November 18, 2017, I attended a mystical arts event, and had my bones read.
No, not my skeleton!
'Bones' meaning a collection of objects, rocks, and items that the bone-reader had gathered to symbolize particular meanings.
I put my hands into a bowl to scoop up as many bones as I wanted, then dropped them onto the table.
The cat figurine, and only the cat figurine, jumped off the table to land on the floor.
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| I'd picked up the cat figurine from the floor and placed it on the table, down in the bottom right. |
Well, it didn't take a psychic or bone-reader to tell me what it meant.
At the time, our Chucky was failing.
His heart meds had kept him going for years, but he was getting skinny and morose.
By November 20, 2017, seven years ago today, The Hubby and I agreed that it was time to help him leave this Earthly plane.
Did I receive a sign beforehand that Chuck was ready for his angels wings?
Letting go of our boy was difficult, and seven years on, my heart continues to ache.
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| Will love you forever, Chucky 💔 |
