Thanks, God. I had a good time. Those last few days were rough and my mama feels really bad, but they are over now. Hopefully she can forgive herself. I know that was one of the lessons I was there to help her learn. Forgiveness. I think I did ok, not that she got it, but I was good at it, right, God? I didn’t hold a grudge like I hear a lot of cats do. When my parents came home after being gone I would try to do the “catly” thing and give them an attitude. I would be at the door waiting, then when I got picked up I would strain to get away, but I just couldn’t keep it up for more than a minute. I was always so excited they came back. And when I got scolded for doing something I just couldn’t help myself from doing, I would often be the one to go get my mama after a short while. I did ok, right? I do have to say, I love my wings, but I kinda miss that short tail you gave me. I never quite understood my mom’s fascination with my paws though. She used to hold them and stare at them. She would squeal, “Pink toes! Pink toes! Pink toes!” And sometimes hold my feet saying, “Your paws are so TINY!!!” I guess I was smaller than a lot of cats. But I was a fierce protector of my house, my yard, and my people! So really I wasn’t all that small.
I really had no idea what I was in for when you asked for volunteers. I understand that being an angel is forever and forever is a long time, so I figured an assignment would be interesting. I had heard that it could be risky because once one volunteers it is up to you, God, to place us and sometimes the placement might be really difficult. I know that not all angels get good homes and loving families. So I really, really appreciate you sending me to my family. I know I was sent to teach them and like I said, I think I did a good job. I hope you agree. I know they loved me with all of their hearts. I know my mama thought I was the best kitty in the universe because she told me every single day. And I heard her thank you for me all the time. I heard her say I was a gift from you. I know I was special because they treated me that way.
But, God, I am afraid I didn’t teach her all she needs to learn. I think I left too early. I know they were hoping I would be around for longer. I know she still needs me. She always gave me hugs, but lately she would give me hugs when she was sad and missed her mama. Who is she gonna hug now, God? Are you sure she will be ok?
I might be back to my angel form now, God, but I still have some of that cat stubbornness inside. I want to see my mama. I want to make sure her and my poppie are ok. Can I see them, God, please?
Well, it is really hard to see them cry. Can’t I let them know I am ok?
Oh, I do see that even though I am not there, my mom is still learning. Through my death she is learning to be a little bit more compassionate. My poppie didn’t need to learn the same stuff my mom did.
God, one more thing — for now — will they recognize me when they get here even though I don’t have my tiny paws or short tail. Will they know it’s me? I sure would love more belly rubs from my poppie. I loved all the kisses my mom gave me. Even though she gave me hundreds and hundreds every day . . . . it really doesn’t seem like enough now. If I walk around her in a circle she might get the clue that it is me. Then she can give my head more kisses. Is that how it works, God?
My not being there seems to make her more sad about the deaths that have happened in her family this year. (Sigh.) Ok, God, thanks. I am done looking now. I will just trust you and your plan. I do miss ’em though. Thanks, again. I love them as much as they loved me.
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