Life's Little Gifts: A tribute to Sheba
<![CDATA[Have you ever had a gift drop into your life just when you needed it most? Three years ago my Father-in-law, Bobby, passed away leaving a hole in our family’s life. This hole was most deeply felt by my dear mother-in-law who had married Bobby at age 18 and spent the next 59 years of her life by his side. Losing a loved one is never easy, but I cannot imagine the loneliness and just plain strangeness that she must have experienced as she learned to go on without him. Needless to say we all worried about her quite a bit that first year. Grieving a long beloved spouse is a tricky business. We prayed for God to give her the grace to pull through and move on in this new way. As we all moved through the sadness, we looked for any way to help that we could. But as many weekends we spent together, trips we took, and phone calls we made, we realized we still could not be there to encourage her day after day. As we prayed and groped for relief to the grieving, a little gift was dropped into our collective laps. [caption id="attachment_1241" align="aligncenter" width="560"] a lap dog if there ever was one[/caption] Being the dog lovers we are, we had batted around the idea of a dog for Grammy a time or three. We scanned the papers for pups and offered to visit shelters with her. Then one day, she surprised us with the news that she had taken a trip to a local shelter, was introduced to Sheba and found love at first sight. At first we thought the dog was an unlikely choice. She was an eight year old Boston terrier/ Chihuahua mix that was still recovering from having her latest litter of puppies. She had one bulgey Boston terrier eye that seemed to work and one Chihuahua eye that was clouded and weepy. But even though the dog required some TLC and healing time, it turned out she was the perfect choice. Her small frame and gentle demeanor allowed my mother-in-law to be able to care for her even with a bad back. She never ran off or got under Grammy’s feet. In fact, she spent most of her time cuddled next to Grammy wherever she was. She greeted her happily at the door, kept her company while she watched TV, took walks with her, checked e-mail with her. Wherever Grammy was, Sheba was sure to go.
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I once had a cat, Friskie, a black and gray tabby with unusual makings – a swirl pattern on each side. He lived 12 years. He died and I missed him.
Then 10 years later just as I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I found a stray cat trying to eat old dry bread I had put out for the birds. He was thin and clearly so hungry. He was also a scared cat. He would run and hide each time I opened the door. I bought cat food and put it out regularly. Slowly he began to trust me. Two years later and he loves me.
He is still an outdoor cat but he will not eat until I give him some loving and if I spend any time outside, such as washing my car, he is right there laying down watching me. But most strangely is the fact that after 10 years, this cat has the exact same markings as my Friskie. I named him Kitty, because I didn’t know if he would stay or move on. I am glad he stayed.