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On the day I’m writing this post, it’s been 3 years since losing my precious kitty baby, Georgie. Naturally, he’s been on my mind a lot today. He was quite the character- feisty, liked to tease other kitties mercilessly, highly intelligent, loving, caring & protective of his brother, Pretty Boy, especially after Pretty Boy’s diagnosis of diabetes in 2011.
Georgie died suddenly on April 16, 2014. I still have no clue why.. he obviously passed in his sleep, thankfully, so it was peaceful at least. Yet, no warning anything was wrong made losing him especially hard.
Shortly after his passing, I was still in shock & grieving terribly. As usual when grieving, I talked to God about how badly it hurt. He told me to listen to a certain song & said, “Georgie wants you to know he thinks of you when he hears this song. It’s your & Georgie’s song now.” The song was Steelheart’s “Angel Eyes” from 1990. A song I’ve always loved, but thanks to Georgie love even more since his passing.
I know, this sounds odd.. yet, this type of thing has happened after losing several of my kitties over the years. When Bubba died in 2001, I was sure I was going to die too, when Lynyrd Skynryd’s “Freebird” became our song. Magic’s & my song is Wynonna’s “You Were Loved.” “When Jasmine passed, it was Aerosmith’s “Angel.” Vincent’s & my song is “Someday We’ll Be Together.”
You get the idea.
Since so many of you who read my work are also avid animal lovers, I’m hoping this post offers you comfort. I never knew this type of thing would help me survive losing my precious furkids, but God did. Asking Him for comfort turned into receiving the only thing that could help me, aside from having my furbaby back.
If God did it for me, He can do it for you as well.
Dear Reader, if you’re missing a precious loved one, be they furry or human, I would like to urge you to cry out to God. Ask Him for comfort. He will not disappoint! He may give you songs like He has me, or maybe not. It depends on what comforts you most, I believe. In any case, trust that He wants to help you & then wait for the blessing to come your way. It will greatly surpass your expectations, that I promise you!
This is Georgie (left) & his brother, Pretty Boy in around 2005. My two handsome, wonderful brothers. 🙂 Georgie’s & my song lyrics are below the picture if you’d like to read them.
Angel Eyes, by Steelheart
“Angel eyes, you have angel eyes, such a smile that lights up my life
You’re a dream come true, now I’m holding you
And I’ll never, never let you go, I will never let you go!
First time I laid my eyes upon you, all my dreams were answered
First time I kissed your tender lips, my love to you I surrendered
I’ll never let you go, you’re always on my mind
You’re the only one for me, you’re all I need
And I’ll never, never let you go
Angel eyes, my heart relies on the love you give to me
You never let me down, you’re always by my side
And I’ll never, never let you go, I will never let you go!
When my heart starts to crumble and the tears start to fall
You hold me close with tender lovin’, and give me strength to carry on
I’ll never let you go, you’re always on my mind
You’re the only one for me, you’re all I need
And I’ll never, never let you go
I’ll never let you go, you’re always on my mind
You’re the only one for me, you’re all I need
And I’ll never, never let you go
And I’ll never, never let you go.”
As I wrote about earlier today, our little family became a bit smaller recently with the sudden loss of our cat, Pretty Boy. Losing a furbaby is absolutely the worst part of having pets. It feels like my heart has been ripped out, to tell the truth. Not only because of my personal loss, but watching my husband & the other furbabies grieve is so incredibly painful too.
Thankfully, I’m surrounded by friends who love animals as much as I do, or at the very least, understand how much I love them even if they are not avid animal lovers themselves. They have been sending their condolences & praying for my little family, which is simply awesome. I’m incredibly grateful for them!
Unfortunately, not every single person in my life is this kind. My narcissistic parents come to mind. As of the time of me writing this post, they don’t know about Pretty Boy, & I hope to keep it that way for a while. The reason is they end up hurting me each time I lose a furbaby. My mother has said things like the one who passed is better off dead than with me as his or her mom, “at least you don’t have any sick ones anymore”, repeated a story about losing her cat when she was 14 years old, or simply ignored my loss. My father sort of tries to be comforting, but he has no idea how to. He has no empathy.
When you’re grieving, whether it’s losing a human or furbaby, you are especially vulnerable to the cruelty of narcissists. They know this, & that is why they attack at this awful time.
I want to remind you Dear Reader, & myself as well, that it is very important to protect yourself during such fragile times. There is nothing wrong with keeping a distance from narcissists when you are grieving. In fact, it is a wise thing to do to protect your mental health.
You owe them no explanation as to why you need time to yourself, either. Just state that you need some time to yourself, & if they insist on calling, texting, visiting, etc., ignore them. Don’t answer the phone or the door. That is your right! If later when you speak to them, they try to shame you for not answering their calls, etc., simply remind them you told them that you needed time to yourself & ignore the guilt trips! Easier said than done, I know, but it can be done. I’ve done it myself. By calmly stating that fact & ignoring the guilt, the narcissist may get annoyed, but sees that the tactic isn’t working, so usually he or she abandons it.
Also, narcissists don’t understand what it’s like to grieve. To grieve means you loved someone, which is something narcissists don’t do. This may mean they try to invalidate your feelings or shame you for grieving. Do not allow their poison to get inside you!! Just because they are unable to love someone enough to grieve a loss doesn’t mean you are wrong for grieving.
When you are in the throes of grief, it is especially important to take good care of your mental health. Do your best to rest often, do nurturing things that help you to feel better, eat healthy & avoid toxic people (especially narcissists). You need to do these things so you can go through the painful grief process, & eventually learn to live without that special person or pet.
Tomorrow marks the thirteenth anniversary of my paternal Granddad’s passing. Like every single year on May 31, I know I’ll be depressed & missing him more than usual.
Grief anniversaries are rough days, but I think they can be a good thing in a way as well. They remind you of someone you dearly loved yet lost. They gently push you to remember some good times, & the things you loved about that person. As sad as May 31 always is for me, I also look forward to the day in a way because it gives me an excuse to remember the good times, like sitting around what is now my dining room table with Granddad, listening to him telling me stories of our family. Or, going to our favorite little Italian place for lunch & chatting over a yummy meal. I also remember how after his death, butterflies started appearing in my life, comforting me. I also laugh how my talking teddy bear that he liked has started talking without me pushing the button since he passed, & I’m pretty sure he has something to do with my talking bear. His way of saying hi.
Sometimes, too, the day reminds me of the viewing the day before & the funeral. Those memories are extremely hard & all these years later, still make me cry. But, sometimes tears can be a good thing. They can be cleansing & healing. They also are proof of having loved the departed one a great deal. Loving someone is truly one of God’s most precious gifts.
I’ve also noticed grief anniversaries can be spontaneous. The scent of your loved one’s cologne or perfume, the sound of his or her favorite music or even a sport he or she loved can be enough to bring you to tears for missing that person sometimes. Even now, there are times I think, “I should call or email Granddad about this” or “I wish I could talk to him about this” & experience a renewed grief with the reminder I can’t talk to him anymore until I see him in Heaven one day.
I really believe these days are important to acknowledge. They keep your loved one in your heart & mind, close to you, so he or she is never really gone. That is why every May 31 & August 15 (his birthday) I remember my granddad. I also remember days I’ve lost others I’ve loved- my grandmother, great-grandmother, & my furbabies. They’re always close to me, always in my heart.
I coined this phrase, stealing grief, after losing my sweet kitty, Vincent. Vincent had been my granddad’s cat, & a cousin took him after Granddad died. Several years later, she asked me to baby sit him while she moved, then said I could keep him. I was blessed to have him for just over 2 years when he passed away very suddenly & unexpectedly. Losing him was especially hard for me, not only because he was an awesome cat, but he had been Granddad’s best friend. I felt like I was losing a part of Granddad as well as losing Vincent. The combined loss was devastating.
I told my father about losing Vincent a day or so after his death. The following day, my mother called as I was not only grieving but in bed sick with the flu. She told me my father told her about Vincent. She also said how he was never happy with me- he was only happy with Granddad. He was miserable in my home, according to her. Between feeling very sick & grieving, I couldn’t even respond to what she said. I just cried. Her words hurt me to my core, even though I knew they weren’t true. For a while, I was so hurt, I focused on that instead of grieving Vincent. I felt my grief process had been stolen due to the hurt I felt from my mother’s hatefulness.
Prior to that incident, when losing cats, if my mother even acknowledged the loss, she told me that they were better off dead than with me as their mom or “oh well.. at least you don’t have any sick ones now.” Each time her callous & evil words interrupted my natural grief process, leaving me wounded & hurting even more than usual because of being oversensitive due to grief. I stopped telling my parents when we’ve lost furbabies because of this.
I realized that this was done purposely. My mother, in typical narcissistic fashion, likes to hurt me, & when I’m already hurting, she is capable of hurting me much more deeply than usual. She is opportunistic, kicking me when I’m down, as narcissists are.
I also realized that this isn’t simply another jab at me. It’s incredibly disrespectful to my furbabies, because she is distracting me from the natural course of grieving the loss of a wonderful creature.
I know that grief isn’t fun. In fact, it feels like hell on Earth when you’re going through it. However, it’s also necessary if you are to process the pain of losing someone you love in a healthy manner. It’s the price you pay for loving someone. It shouldn’t be interrupted! It should be allowed to run its course until you reach that place of acceptance that the one you love is gone, & you can begin to adapt to your new life without that person.
Interrupting grief drags the process out & makes it much harder than it already is. It adds to & prolongs your suffering, which is no doubt what the narcissist enjoys so much. Now your grief will take longer & be harder, plus she was able to dump more pain on you! YAY! Sick? Oh yea. But that’s how narcissists think.
I have learned the hard way that this has to stop. I can’t make my parents stop trying to steal my grief, but I can continue grieving in a healthy way in spite of them.
When we lost our 16 year old tabby cat with an attitude, Weeble on May 2, a few days later, my parents & I got into a big argument. I mentioned it in this post. It was extremely hurtful, even though I’d been expecting a fight, just not quite this exact one. In the heat of the fight, I told my father I couldn’t deal with this topic since I’d just lost Weeble. I ended up telling him 2 things about that- please don’t tell my mother because I don’t need to hear her nastiness & I also need time to myself to grieve. He disregarded this & called me non stop two days later, trying to bully me into answering the phone, because HE wanted to talk to me. My wishes meant nothing apparently. When I finally did talk to him, I told him again I need time to myself, leave me alone. This past Monday, my parents’ number showed up on my caller ID repeatedly. Again. UGH! Wednesday night, my mother called & my husband talked to her since I wasn’t up to it. Would be nice if they listened when I set boundaries.. sheesh.
Anyway, I’ve taken the time to mentally put his & my mother’s horrible behavior on the back burner. I imagine putting them in a box, & putting it on a shelf, to deal with later, when I am able to. For now, I’m focusing on my grief. I’m grieving fully the loss of a beautiful, wonderful little girl who made my life better, which she deserves & I need to do.
If you too end up in this painful position with a narcissist, then please remember this! Don’t let them steal your grief. You need to take care of yourself during this fragile time. If you need space, take it & without guilt. If you must deal with your narcissistic parent(s), then try doing as I have- imagine putting her (them) in a box & placing it on a shelf, until you are able to deal with that pain. I know that stuffing emotions is a bad thing, but this is different- it’s simply postponing dealing with them temporarily until you are more able to do so.
April 30, my husband’s mother died suddenly. Well, sorta suddenly. She’s been sick for quite some time but no one expected her to pass in her sleep early that morning.
That same day, one of our cats stopped eating. May 2, Weeble passed away suddenly & unexpectedly at 16 years old.
It’s been a rough week around here! As a result, I’m taking time to myself. My blog posts will continue posting as normal, thank you WordPress for allowing me to schedule posts in advance, but I need some time to myself to grieve my precious kitty. Since getting sick last year, I haven’t been able to handle negative emotions as well as I once did. Weeble is my first big loss since then, & I’m not doing so well emotionally. I need some time to grieve & recover.
Sadly, I am not grieving the death of my mother in-law at all. Our relationship was so toxic that I stopped speaking to her in 2002. I feel somewhat bad for not feeling anything, but sadly, I believe this is normal. Narcissistic abuse is horrible. Aside from the fact it causes so much pain & suffering, it also destroys your love for the narcissist. That is how I felt about my mother in-law. I felt nothing for her for a long time.
I do feel for my husband, though, & need to be able to help him if he needs anything from me. And, I can’t help him if I’m not able to replenish myself. So, I’ll be taking a little time to myself to do just that & grieve my sweet Weeble. If you comment or try to contact me & get no response, please be patient- I will respond to you as soon as I’m able. Thank you for your understanding. xoxo
Tomorrow is a day I can’t forget. On January 21, 2007, I lost my sweet cat, Magic. He died quietly in my arms after over three years of dealing with heart problems, which was twice as long as vets expected him to live.
Magic was very special. Not only was he my first cat, but he was also my soul mate. He was extremely in tune with me. He defended me when people were cruel to me. He comforted me when I was sad & snuggled me when I was happy. He was extremely intuitive, intelligent, fun, caring & a wonderful surrogate daddy to the other cats & dogs. It’s hardly a surprise that after his death, he was still special..
One day not long after losing Magic, I was listening to the soundtrack from the TV show, “Touched By An Angel.” Wynonna’s song “You Were Loved” came on. God spoke to my heart & said, “This is your & Magic’s song. He wanted you to know that.” Even now, I cry when I hear the song, remembering that precious moment.
That wasn’t even the first time something like this happened. In December 2001, I experienced my first kitty death. My sweet boy, Bubba died from FIV & emphysema at only age 9. God gave me Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Freebird” two days later. In 2002 after Sugar died suddenly & completely unexpectedly, God told me the same thing about Lonestar’s “Not A Day Goes By” There have been other songs too. In December 2010 when Vincent died, on my way back from burying him, the song “Someday We’ll Be Together” started going through my mind. God told me that was Vincent’s & my song. A similar thing happened the following year when Jasmine passed, except the song was Aerosmith’s “Angel” & in 2014 when Georgie passed with Steelheart’s “I’ll Never Let You Go.”
My point in sharing all of this with you, Dear Reader, is to reassure you. Not only people go to Heaven or Hell. Animals do as well! Mark 16:15 says to preach the Gospel to all creation or to every creature in every single translation I’ve seen. This tells me that animals also can accept Jesus as their savior. This means they can go to Heaven & we will see them again one day!
I also firmly believe that death doesn’t mean that they no longer think of their humans once they are gone. I have no doubt they think of us & miss us as we think of & miss them. Otherwise, why would God have told me they wanted me to know that these songs are ours?
If you have lost lost a precious pet, please be reassured that your baby still loves you & thinks fondly of you. And best of all, you’ll see him or her again one day. I know it hurts more than you can describe when you lose a furbaby, but knowing you’ll see them again one day is very comforting.
The songs I’ve gotten are also quite comforting. Granted, not every single furbaby & I have a song, & I don’t know why that is, but the ones I do share a song with? That song comforts me & helped me to get through the initial, devastating pain of losing them. If you haven’t experienced this, it may be a good idea to ask God about it. He certainly won’t object to it! And, who knows? Maybe you were too caught up in your grief to notice God gently trying to tell you about a song. It’s certainly possible to be grieving so hard, you don’t listen to God. I’ve done that myself.
If you have experienced the pain of losing a furbaby, please know I understand. It’s devastating!
As most of you know, I’m an avid animal lover. I also have a weird knack for remembering dates. So, I naturally remember this day in 1990 when I adopted my first cat, Magic…
Magic was very special, my soul mate. He was extremely intelligent, loving, devoted, protective, a great surrogate daddy to kittens, stubborn, devious & so much more. He was in my life for over 16 years when he passed away quietly in my arms one afternoon. Although he’s been gone since January 17, 2007, I still miss him daily.
I was thinking about Magic when something occurred to me. So many people act like when you lose a pet, it’s no big deal. “It’s just an animal” they say. They fail to realize that animal is like a child to you. You love him, take care of him, provide for him, comfort him when he’s sad or upset & nurse him when he’s sick. How can you not be shaken to your core when you lose your furry child?!
If you’ve lost a precious pet, I would encourage you to honor his memory in some special way. It will bring you comfort when grief threatens to overwhelm you, & remind you of fun memories as well. I have a locket that has a small tuft of Magic’s fur on one side & his picture on the other. You could do something similar. Or, you could get more creative. A photo album or photo display in your home would be nice. A special garden with a memorial plaque in your yard also would be nice. Paint or draw your beloved pet’s picture. When our neighbor’s Akita dog died, our dog, Bear, was devastated.. he loved Mathilda a great deal. I decided to knit him an afghan since he liked to nap on them & a couple of my friends sent me squares to add into it. All squares had two hearts on them in some unique way. It brought him comfort when he was hurting. You could do the same for yourself if you are into the yarn arts. Or, you could sew a quilt. The possibilities are endless.
Losing a pet is a horrible experience, but it has one good part. Grieving hard means you loved hard. As painful as it can be to believe when you first lose your furbaby, one day you will realize that it was worth it, because you had that special little angel in your life. Remember that when you are in pain- it really will comfort you one day.
And, ignore those who try to invalidate your grief. They are foolish or cold hearted. Grieve that precious furbaby however you see fit. You probably never will stop grieving completely, & that is ok! It just means you loved that little one a great deal.
Tell God how you feel- He understands. . In fact, God may bless you in a unique way at this time. After losing Magic, I was listening to a CD one day, the soundtrack from the show “Touched By An Angel.” Wynonna’s song “You Were Loved” came on & God spoke to my heart saying, “This is from Magic.” I can’t hear the song with it’s moving lyrics without thinking of Magic now. It always brings me joy & reminds me we’ll see each other again one day. This has happened with other cats I’ve lost, too. Bubba’s song is “Freebird” (Lynyrd Skynyrd), Sugar’s is “Not A Day Goes By” (Lonestar), Vincent’s is “Someday We’ll Be Together” (The Supremes), Jasmine’s is “Angel” (Aerosmith), Georgie’s is “Angel Eyes” (Steelheart) & Sneezer’s is “Carrying Your Love With Me” (George Straight). If God has blessed me like this, He may do the same for you. Why not ask Him to do so?
Also, if you have other furbabies, then please never take them for granted! As I’m writing, my Pretty Boy is napping on the sofa, snoring loudly, while Zippy is laying across my wrist as I type, purring loudly. Their contentment brings me joy. I love my boys so much, & tell them so all the time, just like I do with the other cats & dog. Animals, like humans, need to know they are loved. And, you need to enjoy the time you have with your little furry angels to the fullest!
God keeps encouraging me to be open, which is a real challenge for me. I’m so introverted it’s tough to talk about private things. But, I’m trying..
One very private thing I felt like I should share has nothing to do with the usual topic of narcissism, but we all need a break from that negative topic anyway. I wanted to share a story with you that shows how gentle & loving God is during our times of greatest need.
When I was growing up, my narcissistic mother did her best to keep me distant from my father’s family. I wasn’t allowed to play much with my cousins or spend the summer with my grandparents. When my parents & I visited family, I had to stay at my mother’s side most of the time. As a result, I was never very close to my paternal grandparents, although I loved them dearly. Then at age 17, when the abuse was at its peak, my mother told me how they were deeply ashamed of me for how terribly I was acting. I knew better, or so I thought, but even so, when my ex husband later agreed with my mother, I thought I was wrong. After all, he hated my mother as much as she hated him- if he is agreeing with her, she must be right. As a result, in my early 20’s, I drifted out of their lives.
Several years later in 2000, I wrote a letter to my granddad. (Grandmom had passed in 1996). Shortly after, I went to visit him at his home. I was nervous, but that faded immediately. As soon as he opened the door & gave me one of his bear hugs, I knew all was fine. We ended up being very close by the time he died on May 31, 2003. He was not just my grandfather- he was my friend, confidant & cheerleader.
His death hit me very hard. I could barely function for the first month after. I asked hubby to drive me to Bristow, VA to his grave about one month after his death. I hoped maybe it’d help. Besides, the drive was beautiful- Bristow is a peaceful, country town. The cemetery there is among the prettiest places I’ve ever seen.
Off to Bristow we went. For the first time, I saw his headstone, & it tore me up. It made his death final.
Hubby left me alone for a while, & sat in the car. I prayed, telling God how painful this was & how much I missed Granddad. Suddenly the most bizarre thing happened. I heard my granddad’s voice speaking to me as if he was standing beside me. He said, “I’m always with you- in your heart. I love you. Whenever you see a butterfly, I want you to remember that.” at this point, I looked up & there were 2 pale yellow butterflies fluttering together about 5′ from me. “You tell Eric to take good care of you. I love you.”
This incident shook me up at first. I wondered was I crazy? But no, I wasn’t crazy. Hearing his voice one last time helped me to start healing.
Some people have told me I only heard what I wanted to hear, or God doesn’t do things like that, but I disagree. God knew what I needed when I didn’t, & provided that. Plus, since then, a few times when I’ve seen butterflies, God has spoken to my heart & said things like “Your granddad is thinking of you & wants you to know he loves you.”
Since that day at the cemetery, I’ve seen butterflies. Lots of them! I even saw one during the winter once, in my car. I was particularly stressed at the time since hubby was sick, & on my way home from the hospital, a little moth appeared in my car! There was no earthly reason for that, as butterflies & moths only survive in the warm weather. When I work on my car (which was once Granddad’s car), butterflies often appear. If I’m upset, I can guarantee I’ll see butterflies in the oddest places. Once in a store, I saw butterflies on t-shirts, dishes, stuffed animals, dishes & books. That was the day that God told me Granddad had been thinking of me.
If you’re in a painful place, please know God still loves you. He will comfort you if you allow Him to. It may be in a completely unexpected way like what happened to me, but it will be just what you need. And, if you’ve lost someone you love, don’t doubt their love for you has vanished or even changed just because they’ve passed away. They still love you & think of you often. Nothing, not even death, will change that. Take comfort in that. It truly helps.
As for me, I’ll continue to smile every time I see butterflies, because I know it means my favorite person is sending me his love.. 🙂
I read something very disturbing on facebook this morning. It was triggering for me, so read on with caution…
One of my friends on there is the daughter of a very precious friend of mine who passed away a few years ago. This morning, she posted that her brother just committed suicide. He hung himself with his belt. She later wrote that their father would beat them as children with his belt, & he was always depressed. This poor young man must have had a very difficult life.
As if this fact wasn’t tragic enough, some of the responses she got infuriated me. People told stories of someone they knew who took their own life, or said how sad this made them. One responder even called her brother selfish for doing this.
Selfish? Really? Obviously this person has absolutely no idea what it’s like to be suicidal.
To be suicidal is to be in the most lonely, depressing place imaginable with no signs of escape or that anyone cares you are there. You believe suicide will end your suffering, & end the burden you place on your loved ones. Logically, it seems like suicide is the only means of making things better. After all, you rationalize, it’s not like anyone would care if you were gone anyway, & they might just be relieved not to have to deal with you anymore. You honestly believe you are doing the world, especially those you love, a favor by killing yourself. There is nothing selfish or cowardly about suicide.
Living with C-PTSD, I think about it often. In fact, I have for most of my life. Thankfully, I’m aware that suicidal ideation is a normal part of this awful disorder, so I won’t follow through with my thoughts.
Being suicidal is the worst feeling in the world, I believe. Then to have this young man’s suicide brushed off as if it was a stupid, selfish action like gambling away rent money, or something to be compared to others’ situations infuriated me. I realize in difficult situations, most people don’t know what to say. Rather than admit that simple fact, they often end up saying something ignorant, stupid or extremely hurtful. The truth is, however, most people would rather hear something like, “I’m so sorry that happened to you. I don’t know what to say about it, but if you need me, I’m here for you.” than to hear some anecdote, how much worse someone else has it, or even “You should be glad his suffering is over now & he’s in a better place.” Comments like this are extremely painful! How would you like to hear that you should be glad your loved one who died yesterday is gone? Wouldn’t that hurt you? Then it will hurt someone else too!
Please just think about what you say to someone in time of suffering before you speak! Don’t just blurt out cliches,because they come across as hurtful & insensitive. The last thing someone in a dark place needs to hear is something that will hurt them. Offer to listen, to pray with & for that person, to handle some chores they need done, to run errands for them or even cook for them. Encourage them to grieve- there is no other way to come to grips with a loss other than to go through the grief process, no matter how long it takes. Use common sense when dealing with people who are suffering- if it would hurt you if someone said or did something to you, then it will hurt them too, so just don’t do it!
And, when it comes to someone who has killed himself, please don’t judge! You have no idea what went on in that person’s mind to push him over the edge. You don’t know what happened in his life, or how things affected him. You have absolutely no right to judge or criticize that person!
I really hope this post doesn’t sound like my friend’s tragedy was simple fodder for my blog. That certainly isn’t the intent. I just want people to think before they comment on situation involving someone they care about. Suicide is a topic near to my heart as well, & having been called selfish as well, hearing another person called selfish who not only considered suicide but followed through breaks my heart.
Good afternoon, Dear Readers.
I would like to take a moment & ask for your prayers today. Not many of you know this, but this past January, I learned an ex-boyfriend of mine shot & killed his boyfriend, then himself. I would like to ask you to pray for everyone affected by this tragedy. No doubt his family are still trying to come to terms with what happened. And, I can only imagine the anger & shock his boyfriend’s family must still be feeling.
This has come to mind because it was this day in 1990 that I met my ex. I wonder what happened in his life since I last saw him that brought him to such a dark place. He had been arrested a week before his death, & the mug shot that was online & in the local papers showed someone who has been through a very hard life. Someone who looked at least 20 years older than he really was, & I didn’t even recognize.
So anyway prayers for those affected by this senseless tragedy that has affected these 2 families would be greatly appreciated. Thank you very much!!
Today has been a very sad day for the Bailey family. My awesome aunt Judy passed away this morning after battling cancer.
Please pray for comfort for her husband, children, & the many people saddened by this loss. Thank you so much, & may God bless you.
Happy Sunday, Dear Readers!
Last night was a tough one. Our 4 month old kitten, Sabrina, was sick, & we had to run her to the emergency vet. Thankfully, it turned out not to be anything terribly serious- she has a very nasty ear infection, & may be deaf in her right ear from it. It’s also given her a nasty case of vertigo. Since she’s so young, if that happens, she’ll adapt- cats are so flexible! Also thankfully, today she is doing better already. Still not up to par, of course, but improving fast. I am so grateful to God for taking care of my baby girl!!
While we were at the vet last night, a lady brought in her small dog who had been attacked. The dog died almost immediately. This poor lady wandered the hospital, holding her dead dog, wailing in her grief. My heart just broke for her. I’m telling you this for a couple of reasons..
First, please pray for this lady. Her heart was obviously broken. She needs comfort & to know God’s comfort & love. Thank you!
Secondly, if you don’t have pets, then please remember- the connection between a human & their pets can be as strong as a parent/child bond. If someone you know loses their pet, please be gentle & sensitive with them. I have been on the receiving end of insensitivity when I’ve lost one of my furkids, & it really hurts! Already being in pain from my loss seemed to magnify the hurt from the insensitivity.
Take care, Dear Readers, & have a blessed Sunday!