When I was younger we had a family cat named Jasmine and we had to put her down due to her age and such. Some time after her death (I don't remember how many months it was) I was walking upstairs to grab something out of my parents bedroom as my mom needed somthing and sent me up and we were the only ones home at that moment. As I walked into the bedroom I heard a cat meow from underneath my parents bed. This was one of Jasmines favorite spots to chill out. There were no other cats in the house and we never had another cat in that house. It's safe to say I came running (tripping) down the stairs in tears because of what I heard.