Max's ghost would climb on my feet almost every night, shyly as always; timidly for months. Would walk over my feet, as he always did. I wasn't sure it was Max, always had to confirm in my mind, YES, there really is a cat; I felt him jump up on the bed, I DO feel him on my feet. Felt like Max. This was confirmed when Buffy died-----I've had no more visitations, he got what he wanted, what he was searching for, my Buffy was his Buffy first.
This really happened.
This really happened.