Friday, March 8, 2013
Which one would be coming home with me? Darla and Lucia seemed to always hang out together, but Ophelia, well she was a little more independant and so by mutual consent Ophelia's mom and dad kindly let me take her home with me. That was 14 years ago.
I know there were tears that day, tears of joy for me, but for her human mom and dad tears of sadnness, because even though they knew she was getting a good home, they would miss her.
I was so happy!!! She was adorable. She had the most beautiful big, green eyes. We were not sure how she would react to my two older cats, Penny and Kenya, and for that matter how they would react to her.
But, Ophelia was also a beautiful cat in her features and personality. She was extremely affectionate to me. She would always be on my lap licking my face and she loved jumping on my shoulders and wrapping herself like a shawl around my neck, purring so loud. It was hard to stay mad at her. I loved her dearly.
At first, I couldn't put the needle in her, it made me sick to my stomach. Russell, fortunately was able to do it. Ophelia didn't like it, she would rebel and I couldn't blame her. Then one day after a long struggle of Russell and I trying to get this needle into her, and failing, I thought we can't do this anymore. I remember praying to Jehovah to help me have the courage to do this and not give up. Then, honestly, it was like a miracle, Ophelia jumped on the bed with me, and gently I inserted the needle in her, no struggle, or running away, she was actually purring. From that time on she and I were pals. I could do this by myself, and she cooperated. She knew I was trying to help her. This continued for several months.
She was actually doing very well. Eating, drinking, gaining weight. We were both happy. Our bond together was even greater than before. No, we didn't enjoy the needles, we both would groan and cry a little each time the bag of fluid and needles came out, but it had to be done. But after it was done, she would cuddle with me and we were good friends again.
I know this account about Ophelia may make some feel sad, but I needed to get these. thoughts out of my head and heart. I know Jehovah must also feel our pain. He made us in his image. He knows when a sparrow falls to the ground. Yes, she may only be an animal, but she was my Ophelia, a creation of Jehovah, and my friend who loved me unconditionally. It will never be the same without her.
Thank you for allowing me to express myself. It helps me to heal getting it out rather than holding it in. And please, weep with me. Some how that helps too. Romans 12:15
This is Raven as the crow flies.