The Cat

So I posted already today BUT.......I had an experience I had to blog about because it traumatized me and maybe it will traumatize you too. (If you are an animal lover....STOP READING NOW!!!) I am warning you.....do not read if you don't like stories about animals and death.

So, I was driving to church this morning with the boys and Connor was asking me his usual 100 questions. All of a sudden I noticed a cat. A cat limping and twisting and jerking across the road. I knew immediately that the cat had been hit by a car. And people were driving by and yet.....no one stopped to help the cat. I drove past and noticed that he had made it to the side of the road. I stopped screaming because Jaxson was saying, "mom, stop screaming" and Connor was saying, "Mom what's the matter. Why are you screaming?"I had a dilemma. I wanted to go and help the cat but I had my kids. My two young kids who may not understand why the cat was crying and in pain or worse....dead. I drove a little down the road and almost didn't go back but I couldn't just drive away. I turned around and went back. I left my two kids in the car and went over to the cat. It was critically hurt and I knew as soon as I bent down, that nothing could be done to save the cat. So I rubbed his head and tried to calm him for the very few short minutes that he stayed alive. And he died. Right in front of me. And the cars just kept driving by. And the car that hit him never stopped.

So, I got in my car and I drove to church. And I explained to Connor that the cat was in heaven now and that he wasn't feeling pain. I took them to their classes and then I went into the bathroom and cried. I cried over a dying cat. And suddenly I realized that my dream of being a hospice nurse, needs to be reconsidered. But more than that, I thought of the difference in the cats eyes from the moment of his last breath until death. It literally was like something that was once there was no longer. And I gained a stronger testimony of our spirit because without looking at the cats stomach for respiration's, I knew by looking in his eyes that his spirit was gone. And I was able to explain to my children with an even stronger testimony that we all have living spirits within us. And my six year old amazes me with his sincere ability to relate to others has asked me all day about the family who is missing their cat right now.