Interesting things

Well, this has been an interesting few days. I celebrated my parents' 25th anniversary on Friday. Tomorrow is their actual anniversary. Anyhow, it was an incredible party. I sang some Roy Orbison and Barry White. My sister sang Shania Twain. Everyone had a great time. My parents have always shown me a loving, kind, godly example. My parents are, without a doubt, the best parents that anyone could ask for. They truly love each other, and they love my sister and me. I can't tell you how much having good parents has shaped my life. I am who I am because of them. They have instructed me in the ways of God, and in the ways of humanity. They have done their best to impart to me the importance of an education, friendship, and a relationship with God. I was proud and honored to be a part of their celebration. They have been the greatest friends, mentors, and spiritual advisors that anyone could have. All of my friends respect and love them. My parents love and respect all of my friends. I believe that it is the natural fondness that they exude which makes them such wonderful people. I am so glad that God gave me what I didn't deserve by giving me my parents.

Next on my exciting weekend is my cat. I love cats (I love all animals, but cats are my favorite). I have a cat. He's 14 and he's not usually a pleasant cat. He doesn't like very many people. Anyhow, two weeks ago today, I took him to the vet. He was having trouble breathing, so I thought that it was congestive heart failure. Well, they x-rayed him and found that he had fluid in his chest cavity. He had so much fluid that they couldn't see any of his vital organs. So, they ran some tests and tapped his chest. From only one side, they drained half a liter of fluid. They couldn't tap the other side because my cat was a nervous wreck by this time (he hates the vet). So, they sent him home with a diuretic and told us to bring him back in a week. Well, if we had just shoved the pills down his throat and done nothing else, he would've been dead before the week was up. The next day, he was completely dehydrated and listless. So, we began to force feed him food and water through a syringe. We started feeding him every three hours (I was sick at the time, too, so it was quite a task to keep getting up in the night to feed him). He did NOT like to be force fed (who would?). Then, after he improved, we were able to go longer between feedings. Well, after about six or seven days, he started eating and drinking on his own. The doctor examined him and couldn't believe the recovery. Well, just yesterday, he ran away (he's an indoor/outdoor cat) and we didn't know where he was. We searched for him about four or five times. Finally, the neighbor found him under his bush. My dad got him and I came home from a friends house. He was totally listless and void of any vigor or livelihood. He could barely walk anywhere. When he drank, he vomited. So, I just nursed him on little sips of water for a couple of hours. He's getting back some of his strength, but who knows. In any event, he's made me a nervous wreck. Thankfully, I have friends, family, and God to help me through. He's already giving me peace, knowing that whatever happens will happen for the best. So, I suppose that I'll keep you updated, if there's anyone out there who reads my blog.

God's Spirit continually reveals what human nature is like apart from His grace.--Oswald Chambers