I'm sitting here, watching my little magpie in the midst of what I affectionately refer to as the "midnight crazies" - where she just lets loose and goes full tilt boogy. She tears around the house like the devil himself is chasing her - jumping, and flipping, and twisting, and into everything.
Every time she passes, she stops and turns that fabulously cute face up to me, eyes wide - and my heart is filled with so much love. To call her a pet is an understatement. She is so much more than that. She is my best friend, my soul mate, my private clown, my littlest sweetheart.
I see so much hateful and horrible things done to cats - without a thought to the heinous acts they are committing. How can any one do these things? Dexter and Drake kitties lost their lives, Bernice is fighting ... how can this happen?
Then I take another look at my little furbaby, and I say a quiet prayer, thanking God for giving her to me. She saved me in so many ways - I needed her in my life. The feel of her soft fur, the sound of her sweet purr helps me go on.
So tonight, I send out a prayer for all the little ones that need help, that need a forever home. I pray for justice for Dexter, Drake, and Bernice. I pray for more homes, more food, more happiness for all the little guys that didn't ask to be born - but deserve a chance to live.
This I ask in the name of all that is Holy.
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