TGIF
She loves to use my hand for a pillow and sleep with a paw touching my face.
It was 1:30 in the morning and I was sound asleep…until the searing pain in my hand jolted me awake.
Groggy and confused, I found that Mommacat’s teeth were buried in my hand while her whole little body was in seizure.
Her jaws were locked and every spasm of the seizure drove her fangs deeper.
She bit through a blood vessel and I was bleeding profusely.
Her jaws finally released and I ran into the bathroom to clean the wound and stop the bleeding.
When I came out with my hand wrapped in toilet paper and undoubtedly, a grimace on my face, she stared up at me from the floor with big saucer eyes.
She was ashamed and frightened, her little frame still trembling from the seizure.
I sat on the floor with her and gently petted her head…it wasn’t your fault, little one…it will be alright.
I went back to bed and she did too…resting her head on toilet paper and with a paw on my face.
The next morning it was obvious that I needed to get to the emergency room…my hand was hot and grotesquely swollen.
They took me right in…and asked me to fill out a bite report for county animal control.
“No, I won’t.”
“It’s required.”
“Go to hell.”
It was a brief conversation…
After antibiotics kicked and my GP did a unpleasant procedure on my hand the next day (I’ll spare you) it started to get better.
I’m almost out of the woods.
Mommacat is declining fast, however.
The day is coming, perhaps in hours…that I will have to make the sad trip to release her from her earthly afflictions.
She will pass knowing that she’s completely forgiven and wholly loved…with her head on my hand and a tiny paw on my face.
Perhaps the Lord will send Chester to bring her home…
Because of Jesus, I’ll leave here the same way.
Completely forgiven and wholly loved.
The devil may bring an accusation against me, but he will be told to go to hell.
It won’t matter what I’ve done, but what He did for me.
Perhaps, the Lord will send Chester and Mommacat to bring me home…
I hope so…
Make your own application…
“Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.”
May the Lord comfort Mommacat, your hand and your heart, Michael. God bless you for what you do for those cats. You’ve got a heart of gold…
Thank you, JoelG…I just wish I was better with humans…
Oh my… sad, yet beautifully stated….
How is your hand now?
Your kitties are blessed….as are you.
Just the sweetest story of love and compassion I’ve ever read. Bless you MamaCat and Michael.
“Go to hell”
Got a good chuckle out of that.
Ohhh Michael…
I think, perhaps, our flesh is like the butterfly’s cocoon… There comes a time when it is done and reveals what is inside…. There is no evil in this plan of God, only its destruction.
My daughter tells of the day she had to put her dad’s cat down. The cat drug himself to the vet’s mat on the exam table and seemed to say, “It’s time; lets get it done.” His remains and the memories are resting at the base of a pine tree in her yard.
i hope Miss Kitty, when it is time, has a special resting place, too… God keep, Michael
Almighty God, look with pity upon the sorrow of your
servant for whom we pray. Remember him, Lord, in your mercy;
nourish him with patience; comfort him with a sense of your
goodness; lift up your countenance upon him; and give him
peace; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
add another amen to Dr. Drew’s prayer
Thank you all.
Mommacat went into the presence of the Redeemer of All Creation at 10:19 this morning.
She was reunited with her original owner who passed before her, and with our beloved Chester.
She died with her head on my hand, loved.
Sorry, brother. Tough times.
Michael,
My condolences.
Dan
You loved her and made her last days as good as they could be, the poor gal, and she was obviously thankful for it. Well done.
My allergies must be acting up, because I’ve got tears in my eyes for some reason…
Continued prayers for consolations today…and tonight as you miss her furry presence on your pillow and hand…. You loved her in life and in death… the Severe Mercy to avoid further suffering. At rest. At last. Love you friend… thank you again for being such a dear cat dad.
So Sorry to hear of your loss.
Thank you all for the kind words.
I look forward to seeing her again when we’ll both be well…
We will all feel the loss of your Miss Kitty stories… and our applications… ?
Em,
Miss Kitty is still with us… and I will always have cats until I’m gone too.
As I sit here in quiet…my kitty is looking at me….Michael…..God Bless your dear soul..and your kitty too..In all this world, mommacat was blessed to have you love her, care for her, comfort her…your a kind heart, Michael….I will pray for your loss and aching heart. There are many kittys at the humane society that need you..thats where i got my bentley…..he is oh so wonderful…..you will do the same…..rescue a kitty in need…..my kitty sends his love…so do I.
God Bless, Susie
How are you today? How is your hand doing? Healing I hope…and your heart?
One missing kitty in the compound… perhaps the other kits are looking for her?
Took my crew a couple of weeks to quit looking for Stewie when he left us.
Paige,
I’m ok…these things seem to hit me harder as I get older.
I’m still fighting off the infection in my hand…they may end up having to do another procedure on it.
Mommacat came here with another cat when their owner died… Gremlin.
Grem is searching the house and grounds for her old friend…heartbreaking…
All will be well someday.
I believe that.
“All will be well someday.
I believe that”
me too, Michael … me too… like the old song says, “This world is not my home. I’m just passin through. My treasures are laid somewhere beyond the blue [or somewhere – wherever God is]. ….”