Tag: prayer requests

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.

This day is a train wreck, so far.

If you’re wondering where I’ve been, first I had to go buy groceries, and when I came home, Patty had had to make another emergency vet’s appointment for Peep. I had to take Peep back to the vet’s to have more fluid drained, etc., go home and wait a bit, and then return to pick her up.

It doesn’t look good. We need your prayers.

And we had a long phone call from my sister; she’s not doing well, either. All alone in her new apartment in Delaware, too far away, we can’t see each other anymore. All three of us, our spirits are down and out.

And that’s about all I can bring myself to say.

I just can’t bring myself to write up any nooze today. I suppose I ought to try to work on my book, The Witch Box, but I don’t know if I’m really up to it.

Patty and I both feel totally drained, beat up, out of gas, and generally used up. Tonight we have to try to give Peep her pills. Lots of luck with that.

The rest of our affairs are in a similar state of disrepair. Absolutely nothing is going right for us this year.

I’ll try to be back here later. Please pray for us.

The veterinary hospital phoned us last night at 10:30–suddenly sick to the stomach. Had to answer it, though.

They’d done some tests, had Peep under observation for five hours, drained fluid from her chest, and so far hadn’t found anything very alarming. After they got the fluid out, the doctor said, she had a much easier time breathing. They’ll do more tests today, and advised us not to sit there waiting for the phone to ring. “If we don’t call,” she said, “no news is good news.” But they will report later in the afternoon. There might be some heart disease that can be controlled with medication.

It wasn’t exactly a rosy report last night, but it was a lot less horrible than we feared. It allowed us to go to bed with some hope.

Yes, I know there are those who would say, “Why so much fuss over a cat?” Well, sunshine, live long enough for most of your loved ones to die or move hundreds of miles away, and you’ll get some idea of what our pets mean to us. Peep loves us, and that ministers to our souls.

Just a little something God thought of when He was creating life on earth… which we wouldn’t have thought of at all.

Please continue to pray for us.

(And the &^%$& phone just rang–with a nuisance robot call! Grrr!)

Since I posted the last update, yesterday afternoon, Peep has surprised and delighted us by eating two square meals. So maybe the medicine has kicked in and she’s turned a corner.

We believe in the power of prayer! Robbie’s doing very well, recovering from surgery–she actually seems happy. If only Peep will keep on eating! That’s what we’re praying for–and we appreciate your prayers.

[I’m going to try for a nooze-free Sunday–although it’ll be hard not to write about the sappy “poem for Putin” that’s supposed to turn him into Nancy Sweetheart when he hears it. Do you still wonder why the world’s bad guys don’t take us seriously?]