Like most children I grew up with pets and the one really bad thing about pets is that we out live them. I lived in a house in Bay Shore, Long Island and grew up with many cats.
So one night I was just getting ready to drift off to sleep as I felt a kind of heavy presence pressing into my back. It was warm like a cat curled up on me as I slept. The only problem was my cat was an outside cat at the time and she was no where near me. The feeling didn't go away.
I would get up, walk around and lay down, and without fail, the pressure would come back. Needless to say I was creeped out but not at all scared, the presence was more of a comforting nature so I fell asleep.
That next morning as I walked to the bus stop for school, I found my cat dead in the road. She was hit by a car. Needless to say I was quite spooked. That feeling never came back after that one night.