Today I picked up a kitten at the animal shelter for my niece. She saw him over the weekend and decided that he was THE ONE. He's a cute little fellow of about seven or eight weeks. The volunteer at the shelter on Saturday was a young lady who told us that "Smokey" had a cold. When I returned to adopt him, however, the adult running the shelter said that "Smokey" has a respiratory infection - hopefully not feline leukemia.
I adopted him any way. That was the errand I was sent to do after all... When I got Smokey in the car, he immediately began meowing. I reassured him that the ride wouldn't last too long, and that this was, in fact, his lucky day. He was going to live in a very nice family, with a very nice home, and all of the resources to pamper him beyond his wildest kitty dreams.
I decided to run him by the vet before dropping him off at my sister's house. If he indeed had a respiratory infection, I reasoned, better to take care of it immediately and not saddle my sister with the job of taking him to the vet.
When we got to the vet, we (of course) had to wait. Smokey had to endure the scrutiny of several dogs while we sat in the waiting room. The dogs were not as much of an ordeal as his examination, however. We decided that he'd better be tested for feline leukemia (negative), so they took some blood. They checked him for worms (he had them); Cleaned out his ears (ear mites too - I didn't tell my sister about those!). Since he was running a fever, they gave him some fluids to cool him off and hydrate him, put ointment in his running right eye, and gave him his first dose of antibiotics for his respiratory infection.
By the time it was over, I could tell that Smokey was thinking that this must be the worst day of his life. He was shaking like a leaf. But Smokey didn't know what was happening next. He didn't know that he was on his way to the life of Riley at my sister's house. All Smokey has known is the Caswell County Animal Shelter. His life was about to get much better!
Smokey's morning has given me some cud to chew throughout the day. Sometimes we think that things are bad - the worst of days. We can't imagine why God is allowing all of this "suffering" and pain. All along, however, God knows His plans for us and the bright future ahead. Whatever we're suffering through in the present is only to make us better - fitter and healthier- to enjoy life in His Kingdom. If you're having a tough day or season, hang in there. Trust the good intentions of the One who wants us to share His home.
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