Little Black Cat.(This where my blog gets weird.)

Twitch.
In early May of 2012 I had to euthanize my cat, Twitch. He had urinary tract crystals and I didn't have the money to pay for the $500 down payment to start on the $2,000 treatment it would've taken to rid him of the crystals. The clinic I took him to put him down for free, this was probably the most heartbreaking part of it all. I needed $500 dollars to treat him, but I didn't have to pay a dime to have him killed. 

Twitch would've turned 4 that year. I had stolen him from my douche bag, homeless, ex-boyfriend when he was just a kitten and kept in safe home. In that time he became my baby, I loved him very much and putting him down was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I still get sad when I think that I'll never see his furry little face again. But I digress... The clinic that he had been euthanized at kept his body until I could find a ride to pick him up(I really didn't want to drag my dead, frozen cat around town on the bus.) About a week later I finally got a ride to pick him up and take his remains home.
I didn't cremate him, I buried him with a plan in mind. I wanted to collect his bones and keep them. I'm a weird goth kid and I love bones, so what better way to remember my precious kitty by collecting his bones when the time was right. But strange things started happening after he was laid to rest in my back yard. I visited my mother's home where he stayed when he was alive. I walked into her kitchen and heard Twitch's very distinct, familiar meow. I knew it was his because the other two cat's in my mom's house sound nothing like Twitch did. I was thrilled to know my baby had come back as a spook.
A few later I went back to my mom's house and witness more activity from my ghost cat. I was sitting in mom's living room waiting for her to come back from the bathroom and saw Twitch sitting in his favorite window for a brief second. When mom got back I told her what I had seen and asked if she was experiencing any activity from him. She said she had, as well as her partner. She told me Twitch was jumping on the corner of her bed and waking her up in the middle of the night. He'd lay between her feet on top of the covers and prevented her from rolling over, something he did in life almost every night.
A close friend of mine told me of similar events in her home, a place Twitch had never been before, but he knew my friend as she was a regular visitor at my mom's house. After a while Twitch's activity slowed down to where it was hardly noticeable, or I didn't witness much of it, but I was distracted quite often.
This past summer I decided it was time to collect his bones, my mom and my friend that was getting some of Twitch's activity both came to help with the excavation. It took all day to get him out of the ground. I was so excited when I pulled up his delicate skull. My baby was just a beautiful in death as he was in life, to me at least.

Twitch's bones.

After his bones were out of the ground we got another huge wave of spiritual activity from him. From full bodied apparitions in the bathtub, to tripping over him in the hallway. He was on the move between all three houses, but again the activity slowed down to a crawl and I realized it was time for him to cross over. I did my best to aid him, I burned sage and other herbs with one of his tail bones and held a small personal ceremony. I'm pleased to say it was successful. I still miss my boy, and I always will.