Friday afternoon MaryBeth was home, and both of us slept the day away. Saturday and Sunday, she read, I worked in our front garden, and was starting to think her recovery was going to be easy. 2:30am Monday the inside and outside pain hit her hard and the pain+pills brought on nausea. Somewhere in the midst of the moans, wet towels, and plastic bowls I had a vision of my mom’s last cat Snowball. You could feel his deep purr, and unconditional love that somehow gave us all hope. Monday afternoon, our cat Precious was sitting on my lap, MaryBeth was sleeping and I was reminded of the power of love and hope. Try a little purring today.
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