RIP Gabby
November 26th, 2008 § Leave a Comment
We had to put Diana’s cat Gabby to sleep today. Gabby was about 19 years old, which is extremely old for a cat. Gabby liked to nap with anyone that was also napping. She’d lie on your chest while you slept and was particularly fond of Diana as you can see from this photo.
Years ago I wrote this about Gabby.
Gabby
Gabby’s tummy is not a flabby tummy
it’s long and sleek, and black
but Gabby’s tummy is a rubbin’ tummy
with her lying on her back
Gabby’s feet aren’t fat old feet
with food she’s not a pig
but Gabby’s feet are playin’ feet
they’re better used to dig
Gabby’s tail is not a skinny tail
it was made for chasin’
but Gabby’s tail is a fuzzy tail
built that way for racin’
Gabby cat is not a serious cat
to her that would be injurious
but Gabby cat is a good old cat
always sweet and curious.
It’s kind of funny how attached you can get to a pet. Diana had a hard time talking about it this morning. During a phone call this morning she cut me off in order to prevent another “boo hoo fest”.
The Bible is not clear cut what happens to our pets when they die. On the subject I once heard a theologian say that his belief was that since God was the source of life, when our animals die the “breath of life” that God gave them returns back to God. On the surface it may not be as charming a thought as the idea that our deceased pets are waiting for us in heaven along with all our dead relatives, but since God is the author of all things good, it’s a great place for them to be.
So Gabby, wherever you are right now, you were loved and we’ll miss you.
Shalom,
Scott D
