Years ago I had a beautiful and quirky long haired Siamese cat. I named him Puck. He came to us as a stray; he had been neutered, still had the stitches. No collar, no one reported him missing. He hung around our place, did not leave. So, he was ours.
He was very much attached to me, but aloof to others, including my husband. Puck would ride on my shoulders, just calmly remain perched there as I went about the day. Funny old cat. Puck preferred to be outside. He only stayed on the porch, often on a railing, Didn't stray at all. He was inside at night however.
When we moved to another house in town, Puck came with us of course. After a good long life (we figured he was about eighteen) he was clearly getting close to crossing the Rainbow Bridge. Poor Puck.
I held Puck for hours, sitting outside on the porch. He did not want to move, and absolutely did not want to go inside. Finally, at night, I left him on the porch and I went to bed.
I was fast asleep. And had an abrupt vision/dream of a golden funnel shaped light, that was swirling upwards. I heard a tremendous yowl and saw Puck spin upwards inside the funnel of golden light. That morning, I found Puck dead on our porch. He had passed on. He wasn't ill; just old and time for him to pass on.
About the Golden Funnel: at the time I was doing a lot of crystal and stone work. I was having a lot of psychic episodes. One night I had a dream where a child in my class, who had moved out of state, appeared to me in a tie-dyed dress, swirling around and around in the Golden Funnel. She said "Ms. Regan, I'm going to see you tomorrow!"
The next day, there she was in her tie-dyed dress. Her and her mother had come down from Washington for a visit.
The Golden Funnel seems to be a psychic cord or opening; a doorway or portal. Not necessarily death, as with Puck, but a strong psychic connection.
