Yesterday was Sam The Cat's final day upon Earth.
Often I've mentioned him to you, but what I'd held back? My struggle with caring for an elderly cat these past 6 covid-19 months.
While millions of folks had real, visible, legit problems, my mental, emotional and physical strength was being zapped by our nearly 17-year-old cat.
I would give you the lengthy list as to why, but I like you all too much. ツ I'll spare you.
Just know I've felt like a wimp, a wimp with only seeping-away Grace to handle an elderly cat. Oh, how I need full Grace! Especially during these, my older years. A needer, wanter, requirer of 24/7 Grace: that's me.
Anyway, this week Sam--who, for years, rallied from thyroid problems, etc., and seemed determined to live forever--flew downhill fast in a perfect storm of issues. Barely could he walk on his last day.
He'd belonged to Naomi his first 8 years and yesterday she came over and spent his final 4 hours with him pressed against her heart. Our house was quiet, like a funeral home, with only Tom speaking occasionally over his office headset.
Then at the vet's office, I remained with Sam while the doctor spoke to us, then with a last pat and whisper, walked through a rainy mist to the car.
Braver than her mother, Naomi remained with Sam until the very end.
With 100% assurance I know Sam's in Heaven all healed and reunited with our other cats, racing around the rooms of our mansions. (God being incredibly detail-oriented, He keeps track of all whom we love.) I have no doubts of this. None. Zero. Zip.
But still. The memories.
I gaze at our living room and still watch Sam gallup to me when I, in falsetto, call, "Sam-eee! Sam-eee!" That, and the thousands of times I held him baby-like, giving him his thyroid pills, and those eyes. Those big hazel, trusting eyes of his staring at me.
We still have Daniel The Cat. He's 10 and huge and I'm sure missing the snuggling, the playful batting of his big brother, Sam.
But after Dan leaves us? No more cats. No. More. Cats.
You may be 90 and a wiry, strong Cat Lady, but me at just 61? My limits and I are well-acquainted. That dwindling strength of Grace was scarily telling and I know to obey its hintings.
I know God needs me to be focused, strong, to encourage you and others.
So our decades of having 2 or more cats are done, over. Here at least. But oh, what gloriously wonderful cat seasons those were! And now they're ours to remember, forever, with joy.
"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."
And today I'm smiling through the tears of memory.
"And your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, “This is the way, walk in it,” when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left." --- Isaiah 30:21
Each person I lose, each cat, all bring Heaven down a little closer to me, so much so, that I find myself often there within my mind.
God so often leads us by His way of Grace, making the road far less bumpy and much more pleasant.
Sammy the Cat:
Always up for a game. Any game, for any length. At any age.
So light on his feet, he felt weightless jumping from your fingers.
Loved his little brother, Daniel, to pieces.
The most good-natured cat we ever had.
After 9 (10?) long weeks, today Amy is reopening our neighborhood cafe! Oh my goodness, I can't help but feel God, Himself, had a hand in the timing of this opening.
Just when I needed it most. Wow. His goodness overwhelms me.
Also? Our neighbor, Sue (whose mom is Sally) was blessed this week with her second grandchild, a girl named Storie (cool name, right?). She joins her brother, Justice (another awesome name).
Color me happy for them all.
A very special thanks to all who encouraged us yesterday at Facebook! We appreciated each kind word and prayer. Thank-you.
"For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you, but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses." ... Matthew 6:14,15