Miles Militis

Today, I woke up feeling excited and ready for morning prayer! Usually, I’m so tired and get there by 7:30, but today, I finally got there somewhat on time, at 7:05, and sung and danced a little before anyone got there, and began reading my devotionals.

Going through the “Living Life” devotional booklet has been awesome, was SUPER encouraged by today’s story thing, The Results of Death and Martyrdom, talking about how pastors and missionaries were killed for the sake of the gospel.  While reading and being pumped up through this, I get a text, a dreadful text, of dreadful news.

We have been anticipating the bad news for more than a month now and it finally happened. “chloe passed last night sorry for the bad news.” Just like that all my encouragement and excitement about the good news was pushed out and replaced by the feeling of guilt and grief from chloe.

When I first heard had Chloe stopped eating, I exclaimed, “Praise the Lord! He’s going to be skinny again!” and I’m so sorry Chloe for saying that, I know you loved your food and it must have been painful to eat and to not eat! Though we knew for more than a month now that Chloe had liver problems (from birth) and the doctors even recommended us to put him to sleep, I had faith and hope that God would heal my kitty and it would be a testimony of His power to my family. This misfortune has even made my brother pray for Chloe. (=]) What hurt me the most was the pain in his face and the thought of him being alone, dying from pain.  I felt guilty because I couldn’t be there when it happened.

“I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed.  But if it dies, it produces many seeds.” John 12:24, the memory verse for this week, referring to the necessity of Jesus’ death was comforting me.  Even though Chloe’s death was not for the sake of the gospel or anything remotely close to bring a good cause, his life and this difficult process of taking care of him has taught our family: patience (he peed everywhere around the house), compassion (my parents and us would always find and pet him, sweet talk him, and encourage him to fight on), the non-importance of material things (he peed on a lot of our towels, blankets, probably will throw most of it away) and probably the biggest thing that encompasses all this, love.

My parents would try to comfort us and Chloe, “Chloe, hurry and die, that way you can come back and be a human,” and bogus stuff like that, which always ticked me off. [haha] But, knowing that God created a cutie like Chloe, He wouldn’t make him suffer in hell because animals don’t have souls or the cognitive ability to understand the good news and make that decision to believe in Jesus (I think, correct me if I’m wrong please). Chloe lived a wonderful life, in my opinion, he was my role model-in a way, he ate so much but still remained so cute! :)

This is an extremely long post and I have so much to do today, but I didn’t just want to post on twitter or something, “RIP, Chloe,” because this cat, deserves more!!! So whether or not you read this, this is in remembrance of my first kitty, who only lived 3 human years, endured a life with a girl’s name (sorry!), and ultimately dug a place in my heart!

I LOVE YOU CHLOE!!!!!! <3

ps. On ring road today, 2 frat guys approached me and asked to donate money for liver cancer, I only had some change, but I gave in remembrance of YOU Chloe, so they would have funds to research liver problems and hopefully save other people or kitties who had the same liver probs as you, bud!!! :)