The death of my cat

I was living abroad in New Zealand (I am from the United States), and working in vineyards there. I was renting a room in a flat with a few other seasonal workers, and I had no internet or telephone. I would go once or twice a week to contact my mom back in the US, to see how she was doing, and catch up on events back in my hometown. One Saturday morning when I was off of work, I was sitting alone at the breakfast table playing guitar. I suddenly had the overwhelming sensation - a sense of knowing and absolute assuredness - that my cat had died. I began to write a small song about her and her brother. I didn't think anymore of it for the rest of the day. That evening, I went to check my e-mail for the first time in a few days. Waiting for me in my inbox was an e-mail from my mother that the cat had died. She was only 5 years old, and it was entirely unexpected.