Expected to live.
The vet gave little hope for the
Feline who didn't mind being
Hugged, and loved and boy-handled by
My soft hearted grandson.
Who hurt most?
The son or the mom seeing her second
Born's anguish.
The family decided to take the risk and
Seek costly treatment at the pet E.R.
We all prayed.
I prayed with hope, but frankly, I thought
God might be preparing my
Twelve year loved grandson for a lesson in grief.
I tried to prepare him too.
I hugged him and said, "Whether Flit lives or dies,
It will be okay."
For awhile it was touch and go.
The cat came home with much exaltation, but
Within a half hour he was back at the vet's again.
Finally, after days of waiting it was decided that the choice
Must be either surgery or be put down.
Again, for their boy's sake, his parents chose the
Expensive route.
Flit is back home now wearing a cone and recovering well,
Hopefully for good this time.
My grandson will experience lots of joy and heartache in
His life, but even when he's a grown up man, I
Suspect he won't forget how God
Healed his cat.
(Or the love of his parents who paid the price to
Save him.)