• jesus,  pets and animals,  Uncategorized

    explaining death to my three year old

    Today we discovered that our cat G.K. Chesterton, “Chester” had died in the night, curled up in his kitty bed.  While I have been sad since we found out about his terminal cancer I was more worried about how Reuben (not to mention our other crazy cat, Conan) would respond. How do you explain death to a three year old? Dave and I buried Chester in our backyard this morning after we had dropped Reuben off at childcare. We put a white stone on top of the grave to mark it. Later, when Reuben came home we explained that Chester had died and that he was never going to come…

  • inner world,  jesus,  pets and animals,  Uncategorized

    kitty hospice

    Our cat G.K. Chesterton, or “chester” for short has been acting a little out of it lately- not eating very much, sleeping a lot, even for a cat and throwing up. Today Dave called me on the way home from the vet and told me that Chester has cancer and will likely die this month.  I’m trying not to cry as I write this post (an am being thoroughly unsuccessful) and as much as I’d like to say “it’s just a cat”, I can’t.  Chester has purrrred his way into my heart and taught me too many things over the past 5 years to be “just a cat.” It’s funny…

  • inner world,  pets and animals,  random things I like

    being thankful is a bezoar

    I so don’t want to write this post. Even though I’ve dedicated this months Sidewalk Theologian challenge to practicing thankfulness, I feel bitter & crusty today and just want to read my latest copy of Entertainment Weekly about the new Twilight movie and wallow. Bezoar is my word I use instead of swearing- I learned about in Harry Potter- anyone remember which book it was from? This summer Dave and I were hanging out with our friend Jess who is studying vet. science at Cornell & we learned that a bezoar is a real thing!  I am impressed by both J.K. Rowling and Jess’ smartness. O.K. back to being thankful…

  • books,  jesus,  pets and animals,  spirituality,  Uncategorized

    stray cats

    As I was sitting & reading in our backyard I had a knot of anxiety in my stomach that I was trying to ignore. We had just received a letter informing us that an annual grant we receive of $4,000 wouldn’t be given to us any longer. I was trying to calm down and let my mind stop spinning with questions like: how are we going to replace those funds in this crappy economy? and the questions went on and on like this until and long after I ate a raspberry cream cheese muffin and washed it down with a mug of decaf vanilla coffee. I hate when I emotionally eat…