Soulmates reunited by mystery angels
I met my soul mate on holiday – a cat! Jo Baldwin, 35, from West Midlands
My boyfriend flew home - and out of my life!
My face lit up. ‘Look at that kitten,’ I said. ‘Dunking his paw in the water.’
My bloke Carl* and I were lying by the pool on holiday in Marmaris, Turkey. There were loads of feral cats milling about, but this particular kitten had caught my eye.
‘It’s just a cat like any other,’ Carl said dismissively. Bit heartless, I thought. That night, me and Carl went to a bar. We had a few drinks, and returned to the hotel.
As I walked past the pool, a teenage girl rushed up to me with the same kitten I’d seen earlier in her arms. There was something about her aura that made me stop and pay attention.
‘Please can you help this kitten – just look at the state of his poor eye!’ she gasped.
She was so compelling, and the poor little thing’s eye was so horribly sore and swollen, that I found myself saying, ‘OMG, of course I’ll help him’.
‘Promise?’ said the girl, thrusting the cat into my arms.
‘I promise,’ I said over the sound of Carl tutting irritably.
I kept the kitten in our hotel room overnight. Next morning, I took him to the local pharmacy. I got him some eye drops and bought him a tin of tuna.
In the afternoon, a kind couple from Wolverhampton kept watch on him while we went on a boat trip.
But when we returned, the same girl who’d run to me before was sitting by his side on a sun lounger.
‘Please help this kitten again,’ she begged. The poor mite was frothing at the mouth, his body limp.
I looked up the nearest vet on my smartphone and took the kitten straight there.
‘That eye will have to come out if he’s to stand a chance,’ the vet said.
He removed the eye and castrated the cat.
The vet was called Emre, and as he’d saved the cat’s life, I decided to call the kitten Emre too.
I extended my holiday to stay with Emre while Carl flew home - and out of my life.
His lack of sympathy for this poor cat had completely put me off him.
Obviously, I wanted to take Emre back to the UK with me – but it wasn’t straightforward. I returned to the UK for four months while the paperwork was done and Emre was quarantined. He remained with the vet while I was away.
But I couldn’t wait. In October, I flew back to visit him. I took him for walks on a lead. I’m a singer and musician, and I sang him the song I’d written specially for him.
‘Emre, Emre the cat, he’s been in a car, and been on a bus, but soon he is coming home – to us.’ On 17 December 2016, I headed
to Heathrow to pick up my cat. I was delighted to get him home – but he’d cost me two thousand pounds so far. And the ‘how much do you love your cat’ spirits weren’t done with me. Not by a long chalk!
On 17 March 2017, Emre was hit by a car. I rushed him to the local vet. He said there was nothing he could do.
‘Take him home and he’ll die overnight,’ the vet told me.
Devastated, I took Emre home and held him in my arms while praying to the angels to heal him.
I must have fallen asleep, because at 2am I was woken by Emre jumping on my head!
He licked my face, purring, then fell asleep cuddled next to me. The angels had heard my plea.
Emre made a rapid recovery after that – and for a while, life went smoothly.
Then, on 17 March 2018, Emre went missing. I had a tracker on him, but I’d taken it off to change it for a more powerful one.
I put out an appeal on all the mediums – Animal Search UK, my local Nextdoor website, Facebook – you name it. Heismybaby, I
wrote. I will search day and night until he comes back tome. And I did. Night after night, I walked around the streets with a miner’s torch on my head. I searched fields and farms, sheds and barns, calling his name and singing our song. I’d changed one line, though.
‘Emre, Emre the cat, been hit by a car, and been on a bus, wherever you are, come home to us.’ When one of the people on Nextdoor said they thought they’d spotted him at a nearby lake, I headed there at once. I was wandering around, calling his name, when I heard a plaintive miaowing. ‘Emre!’ I gasped. Following the sound, I scrambled through barbed wire and ran down to the lake – where I found him floating on a piece of old driftwood. ‘How did you manage that?’ I scolded gently as I lifted the furry bundle safely into my arms. I was so relieved to have him safe, I thanked all the angels – in human and spiritual form – for bringing him back to me.
Emre now has a new tracker - and I’ve made lots of new friends, and even had lots of offers of gigs! It’s just as well, as Emre’s cost me a fortune and I need the money! But he’s worth it. He’s my cat of a lifetime – my true soul mate. I often wonder if the girl who brought him to me was an angel. There was something ethereal about her - and why was she so insistent that I take him on?
Angels have definitely saved his life at least three times, too, so I’ve got a lot to thank them for.
It’s OK, though, because by my calculations Emre’s got at least five lives left!
I didn’t expect to fall in love with a cat on holiday but that trip to Turkey changed my life. Emre and I were definitely meant to find one another. Fate – and the angels – brought us together.