A Difficult Month
Hope Remains
April was a difficult month for my housemate and me, not that May is going exceedingly well at its start. I have been having health problems as usual, the major one relating to a birth defect, along with others we are both experiencing, quite possibly related to nasty stuff being sprayed into the air. It helps to stay indoors, where we have five high-efficiency air cleaners running in different parts of the house, four with medical grade filters. I normally have had allergy problems in April-May. This year it’s more than just pollen, and it started in February. Many people I have heard from are also now having “allergies”, they think.
April 9th we put our younger cat, Cassie, to sleep. She had developed an upper respiratory growth or tumor, was sounding terrible, and there was nothing else to be done for her. She was around 16 years old.
Our older cat, Bella, had kidney disease and a heart murmur, and was receiving fluid infusions, but was doing OK, slowed down but hanging out with us, until she stopped eating toward the end of April and started hiding in closets. She did have a good last meal. We put her to sleep on April 29th because of end-stage renal failure, confirmed by the vet who has seen many of these cases and knew what was next. Bella was coming up on 18 or 19 years old in May (we will have to dig for her records). I haven’t created a memorial page for her as yet.
Both were rescue cats and we don’t know their early history, other than having a record (somewhere) of Bella’s birth date. They were with us for more than 15 years, 2009-2024. Losing both of them 20 days apart is not something I would have thought to ask for.
Life goes on, such as it is in an utterly broken, dying world with many people scrambling to get back to normal. I have learned far too much about the “normal” world of the past to ever want to go back.
I look forward to another world, not of human devising, and to the end of science, technology, and industry as we know it, dedicated to war and destruction. These things could take other forms, but not under our present dominion. We wreck almost everything we touch, it seems. And no, it isn’t just those evil leaders; all of us are the problem (I have a post in draft on that matter).
There is hope, but not arising from our efforts. There are ways to see this hope, for those who will look, who aren’t completely taken over by “scientific” or other myths of our origin. This is a created world, not something that accidentally came into being out of nothing (which doesn’t happen, period — nothing produces nothing; we came from something). This can be seen, by those with eyes open and seeing. Our existence is designed and ordered in specific ways — it is engineered — and there is a heavy price to pay by those who reject its order and think they can make something better. History demonstrates conclusively that we cannot.
The good way out of this mess is and always has been to recognize that we are also created, to seek to know our creator personally, to discover what has been done for us that we cannot do and what we are designed to do, and to do that faithfully for the rest of our lives. The bad way out is to do otherwise.
There is a choice: choose life or choose death.
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Beautiful and true. So sorry for the loss of your beloveds. Thank you.
All glory to God.
I am sorry for the loss of your beloved pet. After our faithful Boston Terrier died we decided that we were done with pets and so we didn't have any for eight years until this beautiful butterscotch wild Tabby cat ran into our yard meowing like his life was about to end if we didn't feed him. So he adopted us. He comes in during the day to eat and sleep and then in the evening he leaves to go chase buffalo somewhere or maybe he has another human family to visit.