Miss Kitty has aged into a quiet and dignified lady and not one prone to much feline speech.
I’ve been worried that she was sick or hurt, but her appetite is good, as is her mobility.
Still, she kept walking about crying.
It finally dawned on me that she isn’t crying, she’s calling…calling for Chester to come home.
Surely, he’s out here somewhere…
She will find him and bring him home…father is heartbroken.
She won’t sleep where he slept or eat from his dish, she’s kept his places intact while she spends the day searching…and calling.
She does so not for herself…they didn’t get along.
She does it for me…because she knows I loved him.
I can’t explain to her that he’s gone, nor can I explain our hope to see him again.
It breaks my heart all over again.
It also shames my that my cat has a bigger heart for the “lost” than I do.
Her calling has brought other strays here for food and water and a bit of comfort.
She sits by my side as I feed them, letting the stranger know that it’s safe and they are welcome.
Then she goes back to try to find Chester out there, somewhere.
My Father sent His Son to seek and save the lost.
He uses us as the means to call His own home.
I’m usually silent and not very safe.
I’m not much for getting along…
Father is heartbroken.
Make your own application…