Cherish the Moments

My cat, CK (which stands for Cute Kitten), is about 12 "people years" old.  People say that in order to get the true age of the cat, you multiply that number by seven.  So although CK looks like a young cat, he is really a wise old creature. I originally brought him home for my son, Heath. At the time, he was a young boy.  Now, Heath is 22.

This week, CK became sluggish and lethargic, so I took him to the vet. Many of you probably know what it is like to give medicine to an animal—they don't like it much, but I am doing it anyway. This wonderful feline has given us so much unconditional love over the years, but unfortunately, he is still sluggish, and it may just be his time.  I am praying for his recovery, but I don't really have much control, do I?

To Mr. CK...may he have more good years, but if not, I so appreciate our time with him.

P.S. When Heath was about 10, he had one of those toy basketball setups. We taught CK how to slam dunk a basketball into a hoop. I can still hear all of us laughing now.