No Good, Very Bad Day.
(With my apologies to Judith Viorst)
On Saturday, Hunter had an appointment to see the vet. Hunter does not want to see the vet. Ever.
In order to take Hunter to the vet, he has to be sedated with gabapentin. Hunter doesn’t like gabapentin. I mixed it into his favorite food and even sprinkled some catnip on it, but he wasn’t fooled. So, we used a pill shooter and shot a capsule down his throat. He responded with some very bad language.
Hunter doesn’t like the cat carrier. We can’t let him see it until seconds before we put him in. There was more cat-swear but by then it was too late.
On our way to the vet, Hunter reminded us repeatedly that he doesn’t like car rides.
With the gabapentin, the visit went without a hitch. But back home, Hunter discovered that he couldn’t actually walk straight. He doesn’t like that. And he couldn’t stay awake. So, for the rest of the day, I sat and cuddled him. By Sunday morning he was fine. I don’t know, though, if he has forgiven or just forgotten.
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O, Lord, is that how I sound? Do I constantly complain about the things that are happening to me, insisting that You take them away? Am I forgetting that nothing touches me without your permission? That the things You allow are necessary for my good in ways I may never understand? That You love me with an everlasting love? Do I press forward to keep things “normal,” or do I come to You for comfort? And do I think You must be punishing me for something? That I’m in this all alone?
It’s easy to be thankful when times are good, but it’s just as easy to forget Who will never, ever forsake me. This is a truth I need to remember.
Even in the unending shadows of death’s darkness,
I am not overcome by fear.
Because You are with me in those dark moments,
near with Your protection and guidance,
I am comforted.
Psalm 23:4 The Voice
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“Never give up hope.
All things are working for your good.
One day, you’ll look back on everything you’ve been through
and thank God for it.”
Germany Kent