We’ve been pushed out of the car and now sit beside the waters of Babylon. My wife has given up hope. I continue to pray because what else is there?
If this seems to be making too much of a fuss over the life of a cat–well, if you don’t understand, then I guess you just haven’t lived long enough. Nothing hurts half so much as losing your loved ones. And the fewer you have left among the living, the harder each loss is to bear.
We can’t get Peep to eat. At all. We keep medicating her. Nothing seems to be doing any good. She gets up to sleep in a cold draft. I move her to a warmer place. In a little while she gets up again and goes back to the cold spot.
Thank you all for your prayers on our behalf.
I had work I planned to do today, but I can’t do it just now. I will pray some more.