Cassidy *updated*

I'm sending out an urgent plea for prayer. It may sound frivolous to you, and probably half of you are going to say "Ag, it's just a cat" and you're probably right. But she's my cat, and she's really sick. Little Cassidy has picked up some or other bug and in the last day and a half has already lost more weight than what she'd gained in the two weeks she's been here. She is not eating, not drinking water. She's not walking. Purring. Meowing. Moving. We took her to the vet yesterday when she refused to eat. He gave her three injections, sent home mooti and special food for her, but when we even try to give her 5ml's of food, we only get 2ml's out the syringe, and most of that lands up on you and not in her mouth. She is going from bad to worse. I am sad beyond sad. Spent most of the night holding my cat and bawling my eyes out. Robin has taken her back to the vet now. I am so afraid she's not going to come back home. I've been bargaining with God all night.

Please save my cat, God. Please save my cat.

She's just a little bitty thing, but I love her so much.

I know You CAN save her, but sometimes You choose not to do the things we ask of You. Please, just this once, can You do something for me?

Please rescue this little creature that I love.

I didn't even bargain with God about Jodi-lee. I simply accepted that whatever happened, happened. I trusted. I trusted in God's plan for my happiness. Please will you guys pray with me today? It's just a cat. I know. But really, she's my kitty. And my heart's already breaking for her.

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*Update* It is 12h40 now. Robin eventually took little Jazzy in to the vet as well, because he also started with the squitters. The vet treated both of them, had Cassidy on a drip for a while, and has now sent both kitties home. They are both getting the royal treatment right now: lying on my bed, on a mohair blankie, with a freshly washed and tumbled fluffy blankie on top of them both, and are dozing like contented kittens. Which I hope they are. I keep going into the bedroom and checking on them. Keep those prayers shooting heavenwards, people. Things are looking good!

I had a moment...

...of sheer panic this morning. I awoke and suddenly realized I didn't know where it was.

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There's this thing that keeps me semi-sane, a reminder of a whimsical time in my life. A time when dreams came true and when my future looked sparkly and bright. And suddenly this morning I realized that I didn't know where it was...

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I spent most of my morning searching for it. Frantically pulling books off of the shelf, rifling through their pages and tossing the rejected books to the floor. Clambering up cupboards and pulling down dusty boxes that haven't seen the sunlight since we moved in.

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To my rescue, I came accross The Box. Not exactly the item I was searching for, but it calmed my frantically beating heart... No, it wasn't the neatly-folded printout of the scan that broke my heart all those months ago. The proof that Jodi-Lee actually existed. Proof that once-upon-a-time there really was a little life growing inside of me. But it would have to do.

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Seated on the edge of my bed, I carefully unpacked the box and allowed my fingers to run over the few items stashed inside of it.

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There aren't many things in that box, because, cautioned by others who fully expected the pregnancy to end, I didn't buy a nursery-full of little baby things. Instead, I reservedly allowed myself the luxury of meandering through the previously-dreaded-and-avoided baby departments ... you know - the places where women with dreamy expressions and the hands hugging their still-flat bellies hang out. You can easily pick out the first-time moms. That glow that overrides their morning-sickness and the warmth and happiness oozing from them as they pick up this item and that, happiness overriding indecision, pushing a trolley loaded with yellow, green and white items.

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I wasn't one of those women. My ecstacy was tempered by loving friends and family who cautioned me to just be careful, until the first trimester had passed.
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But I did buy a few things. And I'm so glad I did. A teeny tiny box of hand-picked things for the baby I would never get to hold in my arms. And this morning they rescued me.

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Jodi-lee really did exist!

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