I had a childhood cat named Charlie. He was a tom cat, he'd disappear ever few months, be gone for a while then come back.

Well during one of his adventures, i moved. Not far, just more into town.

A few years later (today) my brother comes into my room and said theres a cat outside, I opened the door and it started meowing at me. And I immediately said Charlie. The same scars, the same markings, the same meow. I cant believe this honestly but its 100% him. He came in and I walked him to my bedroom. Now we are laying down and cuddling.

I've been depressed lately, not even getting out of bed. I was lucky to be awake when my brother saw him. Im so happy. I love him so much.