I had a favorite cat that someone had left to die her name was Feather, oh how I loved that cat. She had a sister which had been dumped also and was always a little on the wild side. Her name was Blue. Both had a batch of kittens and Blue not being the motherly type abandonded her kittens. Feather stepped in and raised her kittens and Blues kittens as her own. It was during that time I learned to love and care for newborn kittens. Someone in the neighborhood did not like Blue or Feather so they were poisoned and died a slow and painful death.
Even at my young age I had no doubt my Father in Heaven could heal Feather and make her whole, after all He had created her just for me and He knew how much I loved that cat and I knew that He loved me just as much. I sat with Feather cradled in my lap and read stories to her about our Heavenly Father and how much He loved her and me. I was so crushed when that sweet cat died in my arms. I could not understand how a loving Heavenly Father when I had done all that He asked could take my friend away. Years later I learned He taught me that lesson at such a young age to prepare me for the day I pleaded with Him to heal my poppers. He was healed just as Feather had been healed, just not the way I wanted him or her to be healed. They were both called back home to their Father in Heaven.
All have showed unconditional love and loyalty and a gratefulness for being a part of our home. Many we have sadly had to assist on their journey back to their creator but when they have taken that last breath in this life they are wrapped in the arms that have held them since they were puppies and I know that as our tears fall our Father's tears fall with ours. With each passing He has been kind enough to share with me how He is now taking care of them. Our dogs are always running along this beautiful green hilly area with a crystal stream, with wagging tails and bright eyes. Our cats are lounging out in the sunny area contented as can be watching the activity around them.
These above examples are what make me believe that Heavenly Father is just as much a critter person as I am.
I loved author Dr. James Harriet the English Vet; it was his stories that inspired me to become a vet. Unfortuantely my heart was there but at the sight of blood I fainted. I remember our kind vet who had taken me under his wing to show me the ropes sitting outside passing smelling salts under my nose to revive me, kindly state, "My dear, you have a heart of a vet but you don't have the strength of a vet, stick to training." I took his advise and learned all I could on how to train dogs basic obedience and tricks and then I learned a few basics about working with horses but then we left Nevada and moved to Idaho where I had no interaction with horses until I was married and my husband bought me Misty.
Since I was uable to have two legged children I know the Lord has blessed us with those four legged kids that would drive anyone else to madness with their antics but He knew in our home they would be loved and well cared for. I'm with Dr. James: