He had a bit of a peculiar tail, a little stubby, a little knotted, but it made him unique.
He grew in stature and became a strong presence on the porch. He let his presence be known, silently but sternly.
He lived a life fulfilled, raising a family, having a great camaraderie with his buds, living a life carefree and happy.
But as time went by, his age and too many cat fights began to catch up with him. He was overpowered by a more dominant rival, receiving deep gashes on his side and scrapes on his body. He never complained, never faltered, continuing his dominance on His porch. But the wounds were to deep. Getting around was a struggle as the frailty of his body increased.
He came home for one last meal and a few moments of love and care, then slipped away under the porch, slipping into sleep, finding his peace..........
2 comments:
What an awesome life!
That's how I want to go...in the end, a full life and then peacfully falling off to sleep after a great meal.
OR, if the Lord wills, he can take me in the rapture :-)
Love the story and how it can so relate to the human life as well...
Love for a great day!
He lived a noble (if feline) existence... & best of all, he left this world with Grace.
How many of us will be able say the same when our time comes? *ponders*
One.
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