I've gotten some incredible signs from her:
1) Little Girl had always loved my flute playing. When I played, she became animated and thrilled and would climb up onto me.
...A few days before she passed on, she was curled up in her little condo, and I needed to get her up to give her her medicine---but I couldn't stand the thought of bothering her (she at this time was telling me that she needed to be left alone; she was very very frail). So, the idea came to me to play my flute. As soon as she heard the sweet notes being played, she "rose up" out of that condo and started walking, as though I was a snake charmer magically lifting her up. .........Well, the moment on the 24th that the vet was putting her to sleep, I heard flute playing . When I went out to the front desk afterwards, through my tears I asked where it was coming from. Nobody seemed to know, or even hear it! But I think it was the background music of some training video going on in another room of the hospital. But I know what it really represented: My Little Girl's soul had risen free from her elderly little body. 
2) When I arrived at my Mom's (my boyfriend drove while I cradled my baby's little body), I carried her in to my Mom's house, where we intended to bury her in the backyard. ...Something odd happened then: Later, before my boyfriend and I left the house to head home, out of the blue my Mom handed me a bag of pumpkin seeds she had saved from the previous fall's harvest. She said she didn't really know why she was giving them to me now, feeling that it was kind of an odd thing to be doing on a day like this... But I thanked her and didn't think much of it.... On the way home, my boyfriend said, "You know what this means, don't you?"... You see, his nickname for Little Girl was Pumpkin, also Pumkinhead, Pumpkinstein (lovingly spoken). ......The seeds represented new life. Her body may have died, but her spirit was very much alive.
3) After Little Girl passed on, I couldn't picture doing anything fun again, or at least not for a long time. I was in a little dance group and even before her death I wasn't sure whether I'd participate in the recital because I almost felt guilty for doing anything slightly fun, and also I wasn't confident enough in a couple of the steps, and recital participation was optional anyway. About 2 weeks after she passed on, I was getting the feeling---as though it was coming from Little Girl---that I should dance in the recital. So for some reason I went to my closet to look at the outfit that I would be wearing... when for the first time it hit me that the scarf was a brightly colored rainbow! And the tag on it said "783 Freedom Rainbow"... And that each dancer's T-shirt would be a different color of the rainbow.... and after the dress rehearsal, I was driving home when I noticed a big rainbow in the sky! I got several other rainbow signs too. And typically I hardly EVER see rainbows!
4) Now for what I consider to be the biggest sign of all: About 2 years ago a friend gave me 4 or 5 little packages of seeds she'd come across, that I hadn't gotten around to planting. Finally on June 6th I felt like doing a little indoor gardening, so I got them out. I was in the middle of working on them when I heard the Little Girl bird (It's a type of bird with a voice that sounds like the one Little Girl used when she was urgently insisting that we play her favorite mouse game. So I ran to my screen door and looked and listened to a beautiful concert. When the bird was finished singing, I went back to working on the seeds. That's when I noticed the name on the package of seeds I had been working with: Bird of Paradise. It was Little Girl, reminding me she's in Paradise!!! The message was delivered by a bird who has her physical voice. I immediately felt uplifted. Then, I noticed the date on the package: [B]"Packed for 1987 ".[/B].... 1987 was Little Girl's birth year! I knew this was from her, to comfort her Mommy.
I wanted to share these with all of you, in hopes that they help to comfort you, too, as a reminder that all of our furred/feathered/finned babies are in a state of bliss.
Love to you all,
Kathy
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