I trapped Mr. Red, who had been running across Goodman Street each morning before I placed food and water down at the Short Street shelter when he saw me coming. These cats just KNOW the sound of my truck! And the kissy noises I make. I swear they wag their tails! He will hopefully be vetted today, and his foster Mom Janessa will be picking him up this evening to whisk him away to his new foster home. He will not have to cross very busy streets for food in the morning, ever again.
I posted about a cat on Third and Central that has a large mass on his mouth, or in it. Thanks to my expert friend and trapper, this poor animal will be brought into clinic to see what can be done. I do not know his fate right now, but I can tell you my belief. I will not allow an animal to be returned to the streets to suffer further if he is sick or has major issues and cannot be cared for.
I am not going to post further because I just read something that truly touched me, and I share it here with you in case you have not read it... - easy blog day. :)
On The Day I Die
On the day I die a lot will happen.
A lot will change.
The world will be busy.
On the day I die, all the important appointments I made will be left unattended.
The many plans I had yet to complete will remain forever undone.
The calendar that ruled so many of my days will now be irrelevant to me.
All the material things I so chased and guarded and treasured will be left in the hands of others to care for or to discard.
My many nagging regrets will all be resigned to the past, where they should have always been anyway.
Every superficial worry about my body that I ever labored over; about my waistline or hairline or frown lines, will fade away.
My carefully crafted image, the one I worked so hard to shape for others here, will be left to them to complete anyway.
The sterling reputation I once struggled so greatly to maintain will be of little concern for me anymore.
All the small and large anxieties that stole sleep from me each night will be rendered powerless.
The deep and towering mysteries about life and death that so consumed my mind will finally be clarified in a way that they could never be before while I lived.
These things will certainly all be true on the day that I die.
On the day I die, the few people who really know and truly love me will grieve deeply.
They will feel a void.
They will feel cheated.
They will not feel ready.
They will feel as though a part of them has died as well.
And on that day, more than anything in the world they will want more time with me.
I know this from those I love and grieve over.
I’ll try not to squander a priceless moment worrying about all the other things that will happen on the day I die, because many of those things are either not my concern or beyond my control.
Friends, those other things have an insidious way of keeping you from living even as you live; vying for your attention, competing for your affections.
Don’t miss the chance to dance with them while you can.
Don’t let your life be stolen every day, by all that you’ve been led to believe matters, because on the day you die—the fact is that much of it simply won’t.
Yes, you and I will die one day.
Have a great day.
Lynne Stewart here, Sawyer's mom.(don't know why I can't post unless anonymous or with a google account?? I don't have a google account) That piece by The Rev. John Pavlovitz is marvelous. He grew up in Syracuse! His journey is quite interesting. I have him as a facebook "like" and always enjoy reading his posts.
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