With pollen on my face, I and dad completed a quick patrol of the front yard. I have not been doing well over these past weeks, and with a few days of good weather, dad wanted to get me outside to enjoy the cool grass and sunshine.

Shortly after 6PM that afternoon, I suffered a mild stroke. I threw up and my eyes went askew with the nictitating membranes partially deployed. My right paw went cold. Dad and mom talked to me and kept rubbing my body and after about 10 minutes I came out of it. Apparently, sometimes with us older kitties, we can form blood clots that give us problems, then those clots dissolve. Other than some residual weakness, I seemed okay.

Around 3AM the next morning, mom got up to check on me and discovered that I had made a big mess on the couch. With dad by her side, they held me for the next hours as I went through the transition process with "death throes," etc. I cried out three times and my spirit appeared to have left my body. My respiration was almost undetectable. My body went cold.

They were just waiting for my breathing to entirely stop. Then, after about 15 minutes. my respiration picked up, they could feel my heart beating strongly, and my eyes opened! I WAS BACK! Mom and dad were gobsmacked. They'd just seen me die, and here I was awake and aware!