Monday, October 5, 2009
The end of the story...a no-kill shelter called me back and picked up the cat! By today, she was our friend, trying to meow hoarsley and rubbing against our legs, eating as often as I would put out food. Poor thing was just bones. Who knows how long she had been out by herself.
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. Matthew 10:29-31