by Donna Prusik
(Kansas)
We have had numerous pets in our family home, one was a cat named Sheba. Many years after I left home my mother called to tell me Sheba had passed away and we were both tearful.
I was working on the cold back porch sewing for the Community Theatre, when suddenly something brushed up against my leg--but nothing was there. It was just as if a cat had rubbed against my leg, and I called mother immediately to tell her that it had to have been Sheba coming to say goodbye...

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