[jennyjuniper]

I saw my cat after he died. He visited a few times, although I never saw him fully, just his tail whisking out of the door.
A few years ago I was in hospital and in a lot of pain and in the early hours of the morning I was feeling about as down as you could get. Just then I smelt my dad. This sounds weird, but my dad died when I was young and the thing I remembered best about him was his smell when he came in from work, a mix of sweat and engine oil. It was a pleasant smell and I always associated it with my dad. It was very comforting.