Samantha My Cat

God's Little Comforter

Virginia Ganskie


"I am the resurrection and the life", the tender voice whispered into my heart as my husband carried my precious Samantha to her gravesite that cold Sunday morning. She had died a few hours before after being my beloved cat for seventeen years.

But, first let me tell you a little about her. She was the last Siamese kitten to be picked out of the litter. It was if she was the little rejected one; the runt of the litter.

After taking her home, it took about a week before her and our one-year-older male Siamese adjusted to each other. Soon they were playing together as younger cats do usually the male chasing her around the house; up and down the stairs. They would go outside and run up and down trees and play with the falling leaves in autumn.

But Samantha (Sissy) as I would later call her was, from the beginning, a very frightened cat. Looking back she was timid from the day we brought her home.

She adored me, however. When she was not asleep, she would not let me out of her sight. I actually preferred the male Siamese but this did not seem to bother Sissy. But sometimes she did irritate me a little as she always wanted my attention. She was afraid of everyone else and only let me near her.

Her brother died when Sissy was about 14 years old. I had grown to love Sissy more through the years due to her intense affection of me. We had been through many difficult days together. By now she was developing signs of arthritis and it was more difficult for her to get around.

I remember one day when I was lying down. Sissy was on my lap. I looked up and she was staring into my eyes; perfect trust and loyalty in her eyes. It was as if she could not get enough of me.

About a year later she became very ill. The vet said that she was in end-stage kidney failure.

A few nights later she lay by the fireplace. She could not get up. I tried to get to sleep but could not as I knew the end was near for her. She was practically gone when I put my hand on her, lovingly. She knew it was me. She gave me one last purr. She still trusted me; she still adored me. About one hour she was gone. My heart broke because I had come to adore Sissy. She with her devotion and love to me had won my heart.

Later in the day, after we buried my beloved cat, I began searching the Scriptures to see if there was hope that I will see her again. I knew when Jesus whispered to me "I am the resurrection and life" earlier that morning that He was giving me hope.

No one can prove one way or another whether we will see our beloved pets again. However from what Jesus whispered to my heart that morning and after seeking Him for further answers, I believe that He told me "yes, you will see your Sissy again."

I believe it is one of those secret surprises of love that He has reserved for those who are His.

© Virginia Ganskie
 

Virginia writes devotional meditations.  She & her husband, Ken, host Our Loving God (www.ourlovinggod.net), a web site centered on the kindness of God's love in Jesus Christ.  In her husband's words, "We have been keenly aware of the hurting world around us, with its broken families, broken relationships and broken hearts. We recognize the need for the message of hope and love that God alone can give to those who are in need. And we also believe that the true expression of God’s love for mankind is found in the person of Jesus Christ—who indeed has become our loving God. It is the desire of His great heart to become your loving God also."

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