Shortly after my grandfather died my mom had a dream. In her dream, my grandfather was in our garage holding his cat, Simba. My mom was shocked because he wasn't supposed to be alive, even in her dream, she knew that. How was he standing in front of her now? She asked him, “where have you been Brani?” He gestured to Simba and said, “I’m right here.” So, naturally, my sisters and I began calling Simba, Grandpa. That dream was nearly ten years ago now and since then, Simba/Grandpa has very much become our cat, the family cat. So, when my sister called to tell me they think it’s time to help him pass on, I cried all the tears I had for this cat and the ones leftover for my grandpa. Read on if you wish at my blog ♥️ lovemica.com