Both of my parents are animal lovers. Despite them being divorced, they still have the love for furry friends in common.
Prior to my dad's advanced stages of Alzheimer's, he had dogs, cats, and show horses. During my younger years, my mom had dogs, rabbits, and every imaginable little creature when she raised me. Eventually, my mother used her entrepreneurial skills to have gorgeous show cats.
As a child being raised by a single mom, there was never a dull moment. We always had a home filled with friends, pets, and fun times. Lots of laughter and fond memories!
One summer, when my mom worked as a manager for a pet store, an illness spread to all 22 puppies who became very sick. The store owner told my mom to euthanize all of the puppies, but my mom couldn’t do it.
Instead, she brought 22 puppies to our home and nursed them back to health. All 22 puppies survived, recovered, and found forever homes. Thankfully, there was a happy ending. Truly, my mom was a hero for saving those precious puppies!
The love my parents have for animals was contagious. This is how I became an animal lover. And I realized that pets make my life so meaningful.
Last year, on New Year’s Eve, instead of ringing in 2018 with dancing, laughter, and joy, I had to make a difficult decision. My beautiful snow white colored cat, Sabrina, was dying of cancer. Her large, inflamed tumor was bleeding bright red blood. And she was in severe pain.
As a sensitive person, I can’t bare to watch anyone suffer, including animals. So on New Year’s Eve, my family and I huddled around Sabrina at the emergency vet hospital to say our last goodbyes.
With tears streaming down our faces, we did what we knew was best no matter how heartbreaking it felt. Our last gift of love for Sabrina was to not permit her to suffer anymore.
Following this painful loss, my daughters and I decided to rescue a kitten. Although it would never replace Sabrina, we knew that we could love another animal. Instead of purchasing a kitten at a pet store, we wanted to save a life. To adopt a rescue kitten.
After visiting countless animal shelters in which nothing worked out for us, I silently prayed for God to handpick the right kitten for our family. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the Lord led us to another pet shelter, Animal Friends, who had a beautiful black kitten that needed a forever home.
She had been abandoned in an alleyway as a young kitten living outdoors with other abandoned cats. There were several litters of stray kittens. When we first saw this black kitten, she was timid, frightened, and shy. I had a hunch she needed extra tender loving care.
During the first few weeks of our family adopting this female kitten named Rumi (after the famous poet), which my daughter changed to Binx, the scared kitten would hide in our home. It took her at least one month to warm us to us because she had been traumatized prior to our adopting her.
Gradually, Binx learned that she was safe and that we would take good care of her. Through patience, Binx became an affectionate, playful, and sweet kitten who we fell in love with.
Looking back on losing Sabrina and finding our kitten Binx, I sincerely believe that our precious rescue kitten actually rescued us. I have no doubt, my parents love for animals was contagious, which is why I have a big heart for God’s beautiful creatures who are my furry friends.
Today, consider what makes your own life more meaningful. Have gratitude by giving thanks to the Lord for every blessing.
“Praise the Lord! Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever!” Psalm 106:1