My Templeton (18-1/2 year old cat) has become a lot more clingy in the last week. I notice the weight he’d put on is disappearing. His intestinal problem has gotten worse again suddenly with no explanation. He, like most animals, hides his pain. But I can tell from how gingerly he lowers himself his arthritis is getting worse, too.
As a loving pet owner, I don’t want him to suffer. But he seems to have a lot of life he wants to live, mostly being close to me when he is awake. I said goodbye to his brother and sister within the past year so I know Templeton and I won’t have a lot of time left together.
How does one make the decision on whether it is time or not to let them go? I’ve prayed that God will just take him quietly while he is sleeping when it is time. I don’t want him to suffer like his brother and sister did because I waited too long. But the thought of looking into his eyes and holding him as I watch him die at my bidding is heartbreaking. It goes against my nature.
Part of me wonders if I’m being selfish. I love him. He’s my last companion. I’ve made the decision not to adopt another pet. He is special. Always has been. He’s brought so much happiness, laughter, and love to my family over the years. He’s tough and stubborn. Is he hanging on for me? Or am I hanging on for him?
When we make the decision to adopt a pet into our family, part of that is knowing there will be a goodby in the future. And so I pray for guidance as Templeton and I spend our last days together. Lifting my cup of tea with a troubled heart.
Wow! Christmas is almost here! As Christmas draws closer, I close my eyes and count my blessings, so very many. I’m overwhelmed by all the Lord has provided me, especially in these last eight plus years since saying goodbye to my husband.
I’ve learned I’m a strong woman in many ways, and weak in others. Every day for each of us is a day of learning, but often we don’t realize this. I feel very alone a lot of the time. My grandparents are gone, my parents are gone, my husband is gone, my son is gone, and some of my dearest friends are gone, each new Christmas. I know they are no longer in pain or sorrow, and that makes me happy, yet the burden of loss is with me. Thankfully, I can lean on Jesus in the rare times, I feel alone. I’ve learned how to move forward and see beauty in each new day.
My heart overflows with gratitude for all the Lord has provided. I don’t need physical or worldly things for Christmas. All I want and need to receive and give is love. Christmas to me is all about love. It’s an emotional time of missing loved ones yet being happy for them to be with Jesus. It’s emotional remembering all the happy past Christmases when they were with me. It wasn’t about the presents under the tree, but about the love that surrounded us.
Yes, Christmas is love. In fact, life is about love. Didn’t Jesus prove that when He gave His life for us? The greatest love of all, the greatest gift ever given, came from Jesus.
So when I think about Christmas, I think about what love really means. Christmas and love…synonymous words. Lifting my cup of tea and wishing you all an abundance of love this Christmas, both given and received.
As I age, I find my good sense isn’t as good as it used to be! I needed to make cookies and fudge to mail out of state today. Wanting them to be as fresh as possible, I decided to wait until after dinner to begin cooking.
Concrete floors. Enough said? I began with the cookies at 5:30 pm thinking it would only take a couple of hours. But then I decided I had enough ingredients to make four kinds of cookies. Four hours later, I finished washing and cleaning the kitchen…only to remember I still needed to make a couple batches of fudge.
When I finally settled into bed close to midnight, I had terrible acid reflux. Why? Well, I did have to make sure everything tasted all right. I needed an Alka-Seltzer but my cabinet was bare. I can’t sleep with my upper body elevated on pillows, so it was around two am when I finally dozed off.
This morning, I could barely stand. All those hours in the kitchen on my feet…enough said, right? I need to get the box in the mail today hoping it will arrive in time for Christmas. That means standing in a long line at the post office. Ouch.
And that, dear readers, is a true story of a 78 year old woman whose good sense might have been okay thirty years ago, but not so much today. I wonder if it is too much to ask Santa to bring me a little more good sense for Christmas. LOL!
In reality, it is so easy for my brain to tell me I can do the same things I did when I was younger and for me to believe it. I’m grateful for all I can still do at my age when many can’t. I only need to learn not to wait until the last minute because the body doesn’t work as fast as the brain does these days! Lifting my cup of tea with a smile as I wish you all a day to laugh at yourself. You are only as old as you allow yourself to believe!
Watching a beautiful pink sunrise this cold morning. I’m always amazed at the beautiful scenes God paints outside my window! He always starts my day with a smile!
It’s been a crazy week for me. The first part of the week was super cold and ended with a lot of wind and rain! Sunday started this week in nice way with temps in the mid 40 degree range and lots of pretty sunshine. I did not venture out of my home, except to collect the mail, after church until yesterday to attend church. I finished several things I’d been wanting to do and was actually able to color a few pictures. And I enjoyed some happy ending Christmas movies!
Today I need to make cookies and fudge to mail to my daughter and son in love for Christmas. This coming Sunday evening we are having a small family meal in my equally small condo. Quite a change from the large traditional get togethers we’ve had in the past, but better than last year when we had nothing. My youngest daughter is singing with the praise band for three Christmas worship services next week. That’s how I’ll be spending Christmas Eve.
Here are the three pictures I colored last week. And the diamond painting I finally mounted for hanging. The first picture is the diamond painting now hanging on my wall. The second picture is a color by number illustrated by George Toufexis. The third is from a Jim Shore artist coloring book gifted to me last Christmas by my dear friend, Sandy. The last picture is my favorite. Illustrated by Ruth Sanderson. I used a limited number of pencils blending to make different shades and colors.
Lifting my cup of tea and wishing each of you a week filled with smiles and the true spirit of Christmas!
I enjoy watching a few cooking channels on YouTube. I watched one last evening that is inspiring me to make cookies. Two minute cookies, that is!
I’m all for easy peasy and not a lot of prep or ingredient cooking these days. Cooking for one is no fun. Especially at holiday times. I don’t like purchasing a lot of ingredients that will expire before I can use the remainder. I wish there was a channel for widows or widowers. Perhaps there is and I just haven’t found it.
After my next shopping trip, I hope to make the two minute pecan cookies! Yummy! If they turn out okay, I might make cookies to give as gifts for Christmas. My BFF has some black walnuts in her freezer and offered me some if I found a recipe. Thinking chocolate black walnut cookies would be a hit! I even saw a recipe for pineapple upside down cookies! My husband’s favorite cake. I’d make a big batch for him if he wasn’t in heaven.
So, how about any of my followers who are cooking for one or maybe just two these days? Do you look for easier recipes, too?
Lifting my cup of tea and wishing everyone a fantastic Friday!