Lixo Gato: Short Lifespan, Long Memories

Lixo Gato (lee-shoe ga-too) 

I have been putting this blog post off all day. Because never in my life have I cried anymore than I have the last 24 hours. Yesterday, after getting home from a church member's house, I sat in a giant chair. For everyone knows that I am far too lazy to want to change out of nice clothes within a few minutes of getting home. As I was sitting there, I heard the dog's feet and the howling of a cat. My new kitten was in the jaws of my black lab dog, Luther. I jumped on top of luther with my entire body and also tried to have a hand on our littler dog, Speedy. Screaming for help, finally my dad came into the room, grabbed a wooden spoon, and pried the kitten out of the dog's jaw. He was in some rough shape afterwards. Not being very big, he was extremely bloody, and panting heavily. We assumed he was in shock.

(last picture taken of him, in his worst state) 

He then got moved to my room and provided litter, water, milk, and some food. He was wrapped in a towel and laid on my floor for hours, occasionally crawling under the bed. We forced him to drink some water, and then he vomited it back up, along with any food in his system. He had no puncture wounds, but we're guessing it was internal or pure shock that did it. He was in my room until 1am, because that's when he stopped breathing. 

This cat was with us from December 9th to 1am this morning (Christmas Day) and he was so amazing, and even more symbolic. Right at the time he came, I had just lost a few friends of mine (Hence the Wilted blog post) and he came at the perfect time to make me feel better. Usually, in the past, I had turned to guys for comfort, but this kitten had supplied all of the comfort I needed. He was something to be proud of. He also loved to cuddle. I swore he knew more math than I do because he would never let me study for finals. He accomplished this by walking directly across my laptop and then flopping down on my hand, purring. I can't express the love I had for this cat, but I guess it's time to focus my energy on showing even more love to my friends. 

However, pet deaths are really hard because I don't have any proof as to where his soul went. Is there a heaven for pets? Do they go to the human heaven and go purr on cancer patients? That's what I hope. I hope Lixo Gato is up there loving on some cancer patients who've passed or some infants. I know God is in control of those things and might be laughing at my theory as I type, but today is another example that He is in control. Job 1:21 says And he said, “Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked shall I return. The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.”. I don't know if you're familiar with the story of Job, but God took away everything from him. Like EVERYTHING. And Job remained faithful. I wish to be like Job, knowing that the Lord has taken away my kitten, but there's something much better waiting ahead for me. It's like the "windows and doors" philosophy. Doors close so windows can open. Lixo was a huge door. My previous friends were big doors too. I guess this means that there's a really really small window waiting for me to crawl through. 

Anyways, 

I hope your Christmas is blessed

Emma Jane