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Till the Very End

“The cat is about to die,” thought Peter and took a closer look at Coco the cat.

His girlfriend was probably right. She wasn’t here right now, but she had told him a few days ago that her cat probably only had three days left to live. And Peter’s girlfriend seemed to be right.

Peter was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa, and the cat was sitting on the sofa. This way, the animal was at eye level with him, and right now Coco was just sitting there, facing him, closing her eyes every now and then as if she wanted to sleep.

In doing so, Peter sensed it very clearly – it was not due to tiredness, but to the dwindling life energy. Coco’s life energy was about to fade away.

The poor animal was the first to move into the supposed afterlife. His own consternation made Peter thoughtful – because normally, he never liked cats. The urge to annoy cats no longer existed.

Coco, suddenly wide awake and active again, was roaming around on the couch, looking around, and sitting down at the other end.

If Peter had put his ear to her chest, would he have been able to hear her heartbeat fading away?

She closed her eyes again.

Did the cat know that she was going to die soon?

How could Peter’s girlfriend have known that for sure?

Women often had a different connection to the invisible worlds that surround us. For Peter, the best proof was his girlfriend’s prognosis about the cat.

So far, there was no indication that Coco was in pain. But he couldn’t really judge that.

Then it happened.

From one moment to the next, the cat appeared lifeless, although she continued to sit in the same position on the couch.

Peter approached her with his hand, expecting that he would be wrong and she would bite him, but nothing of the sort happened, not even when he stroked her fur with the palm of his hand.

The cat’s body tilted slightly to one side, without any tension in its muscles, limp.

Coco was dead.