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Cocoa the mouse. Got her leg broken by an insensitive vet who pulled her out of her lovely transparent blue plastic ball hideaway when her toe was caught in one of the slats. She pulled something in her hip and was dragging herself around after that. I was afraid to take her back to the vet, meanwhile, she ripped one of her nipples from the strain of climbing in and out of her cage while dragging around like that. She had the run of the kitchen table. I saw that she had stopped urinating but didn’t have the sense to know she had a urinary tract infection. I got UTI’s all the time but they were atypical. She was burning up with fever but I was afraid to take her back to the vet.

she died.

I don’t want to go into the details. Alex was home the next morning and took her to the vet. They identified the UTI but said she was too far gone to live. I called her regular vet and they said to bring her in for antibiotics but Alex was against it based on the fact that she had just been seen.

Ian was here in PA. Or he would have done something to help the situation. I put her in a shoebox to rest comfortably assuming she was dying and I sat with her all evening. At around 2 in the morning I asked Alex what to do. I knew she wasn’t dead but Alex said she was. She used to get cold and heavy like a stone when she was super stressed.

That poor little mighty mouse weathered storms and springtimes as a family pet in a house that couldn’t hold a dog or a cat. She wanted out but that I couldn’t give her. A domestic mouse cannot survive in freedom. In the garden the resident snake would have gotten her within minutes. I let her loose in the house a couple of times and she hid under the furniture not knowing what to do.

She had some kind of hormonal problem and a GI disorder, she was fat and couldn’t eliminate without getting out of her cage to run around, how strange, that is when my GI disorder was launched. I was fat; she was fat; we were an instant pair. I left her in Ian’s room but she cried; and I had to pull her out into the common areas of the home, specifically, the dining room. It wound up that she took us over.

when she did die at a year and a half old, I jumped into a cleaning frenzy.

a cat owner shouldn’t really get close to a mouse. There was something wrong with Clan Chattan owning a mouse. But it did turn out to be like Aesop’s fable. I helped her; she has helped me.

Comparatively recently, my mother’s cat Sasha was put to death, and I was held responsible. It was one in a long string of cat murders perpetrated by my mother. I took her to the vet for a urinary tract infection, knowing to this time, and proud of it. It turned to heartbreak.

the vet took a brush to her back and showed me that her skin was coming off! As a then-recent Lamictal overdoser I was terrified into a salt pillar by this. (There can be a fatal rash associated with the anti-epileptic drug Lamictal that involves your flesh falling off.). I just stood there not knowing what to do! My father had been trying to get me to put her down in the wake of my mother’s recent death, which was already traumatizing for me. Sasha (my mother’s cat, of course) was ill and old but not necessarily on her death bed or so I thought. I can’t remember right now how old she was. Not near 20 yet. I was already in a seizure moment from something that happened while I was driving and the vet was able to take hold. My father may have called to tell them she needed to be put down. My one concern was the diarrhea. I was worried about my two cats getting sick; and the mess and the germs. I was willing to keep her just needed the support but they were saying crazy stuff like that she needed a blood transfusion to stay living.

I didn’t have the money for a cremation and Travis and Tanner were terrified when I came back with the corpse in the cat carrier.

All three of us were traumatized by this experience.

I still am. So are Travis and Tanner.

applying to my friendly aliens Roku and Sanctu for help in this regard.

they have led me immediately to see that I am already doing what needs to be done here which us to seek “Christ’s miraculous provision.” You lay out the whole problem, just like the hungry 5000 are set out before Jesus; do what He says and let Him rip. Just as the disciples started handing out a few loaves and fish and the entire crowd was satisfied. Someone in my women’s devotional Bible laid out this way of praying and it is so astonishing what can be done.

this is a season of miracles. Healing from the past

…”…the hopes and fears of all the years are met in Thee tonight…”

What I am hearing is that the Lord wants my prayers and these I will supply.