Happy Thanksgiving.
I’m writing this Monday morning before work, and I don’t know how the week will unfold. My dad’s out of hospital and seems to be recovering from his surgery, for which I am incredibly grateful. My cat, though, seems to be sick. She’s was throwing up all weekend and stopped eating on Sunday. Sometimes, these things happen quickly, and I don’t know if she’ll live much longer; I pray she does. She is an old cat now. She is a gift for which I have been and always will be grateful. I know that the time with our furry friends is often short, and I will thank God when He gives and when He takes; I’m just hoping we get a few more years with my little girl.
There are always reasons to be thankful, and always reasons not to be. It is a choice, then, to recognize that all we have, even ourselves, our bodies, our minds, even our very souls, they are not ours but that they were given to us, let out for a time. Life is a gift; love is a choice. Be thankful, then, and rejoice.
It pains me to write this: I am going to have to put my little friend down. The vet gave her some pain killers and I’m spending a last half hour with her now before the time comes.
Thank you, God, for time we had together. Please keep her.
I really miss my cat right now.
The words won't come out clean.
Her hiss, her purr, and her meow,
her eyes' strange emerald sheen,
her jolly dances in the dark,
her morning pleas for food,
how at the window long she'd hark,
with strays and raccoons feud;
I really miss my cat right now,
and all her little ways.
I know that time moves on somehow,
but these are bitter days.
I'll always love you, little friend.
I knew your time was short.
I hope to see you in the end
when I too leave life's port.
Tale Told 