Sky Blue, my oldest cat, can be seen at the right of this dark photo looking out of the rear window of the RV for me one late summer evening from his favored vantage on the counter behind the sink. This sweet and dear old cat has departed this earth today after being a treasured friend for the last four months of his life. Sky Blue was most likely almost 20 years old when I adopted him this summer. The pound said he was found abandoned in a field. He was emaciated, matted and dirty. He was slated for euthanasia at the pound. Nobody wanted a sick old cat. Happiness at his good fortune of being adopted and loved revived Sky Blue. He gained weight and hardly ever stopped purring, even today when he became so ill. I will always remember his adoring blue gaze, and his affectionate head butts. Our time together was short but love is not measured by time only by how true. He bore his Makers' mark. God is love. Sky Blue has returned to his Maker for safekeeping until I arrive to claim him back. To those who think even the lowliest of animals aren't important think again. The original Greek of Matthew 10:29 makes it clear that God Himself attends their funerals, "Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. "
Goodbye only for awhile little love.
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