Through Lifetime, Through Lifetime: How Mittens Became Mouse

 

Some love stories aren’t written in words.

They’re written in fur. In whiskers. In soft head snuggles under the chin. 
They’re written in pawprints across your heart that never fade—no matter how many lifetimes pass. 🐾

This is mine.

Her name was Mittens. She was my everything. My little mouse.
And before she passed, I looked into her eyes and said:
“You’ll have to come back. But it’s up to you.”

Five months passed. I waited. I listened. I talked to the Universe every day. 
Then one morning, I accidentally clicked something on YouTube—and it magically opened my Facebook page. That doesn’t just happen.

Right there… was a photo of a kitten. 
Waiting.

That kitten became Mouse.

I didn’t even have a way to get him. But it all aligned. A woman drove him to me, and when she arrived, I opened the door, looked into his eyes, and said:
“He’s fine. I’ve got him. Don’t worry—I’ll take care of him.”

From that moment on, we were bonded. Soul to soul.

And here’s the thing—he started doing something only Mittens did.
He’d press his head into my neck… and just stay there. That deep, still snuggle. That sacred gesture.
The exact same one.

So I asked the Universe:
"Is Mouse… Mittens reincarnated?" 

I pulled a tarot card.
It was Temperance. 

An angel. One foot in water, one on land.
Pouring water—the soul—from one cup to another—the body.
It hit me:

She just changed cups. 

She didn’t leave me. She just flowed.

 I always told her: “Through lifetime, through lifetime. We have to be together for eternity.”
And she kept her promise. 

 Science can’t always explain this, but people like Dr. Ian Stevenson and Dr. Jim Tucker tried.
They studied thousands of children who remembered past lives—real places, real names, real history.
And many people believe pets return, too.
The same quirks, the same love, the same bond.
Because when love is strong enough, it transcends time.

Mouse may look different.
He’s got fangs now. A vampire cape. 
But the soul?
The love?
It’s exactly the same.

He’s Momma’s little Mouse.
And he’s still my Mittens.

She came back.
She’s home.
And I’m whole again.

✨ And girl, I’m doin’ just fine. 💅