I grew up with an orange cat named Bud. He died at 15 when I was going through a terrible divorce (2003). I was told by a spiritualist that he was coming back to me the first year I moved to Asheville to start my life over (2008). I was shocked and didn’t believe her but he showed up at a shelter a few months later. I just let my Zepplin go last fall at the age of 15. I don’t think I get him a third time but I know we will be together again when I pass over.