This is one of my very earliest memories: my father cradling me in his arms, rocking me back and forth, and singing this song to me: You Are My Sunshine. I used to get a lot of nightmares. This was how he comforted me. It always worked.
I need my Heavenly Father’s comfort now. This cancer business (not forgetting the rest of it!) is beginning to get to me. I cling to fond memories and call up others; and then it’s time for tears, because they are only memories. All those people I loved are gone.
This turns out to be the only day this week I don’t have one or even two doctors’ appointments. *Sigh* I miss my cats.
I can hardly listen to this song any more, because it makes me grieve for my second (of four) cats, Pooh, my beloved red Persian who was with me through three careers, five cities, a marriage, and a divorce. I used to sing the song to him when he was old and starting to fail, except I changed the words to “You are my Pooh Bear, my only Pooh Bear….” (And now I’m tearing up just remembering how I used to sing to him. )
Now you’ve got my eyes tearing up. But not all tears are evil. They are a tribute to our loved ones. Cats included.
It’s amazing the degree to which cats capture our hearts.
I think that’s why God created them.
I’m sure of it. I have a cat cuddling with me as I type.
I do like cats. But I’m more of a dog man. A homeless dog, has become my dog, and is always happy to see me. God made these creatures, which can bring great comfort to us.
Phoebe, got my eyes tearing up.
God bless dogs, they’re good for us.