A Little, Dead Cat

I am not sure how … but I learned a lesson from a dead cat today. I remember I even posted recently how God can use everything to teach, encourage, or rebuke us. I guess I literally did not think He would use everything.

I was driving to work, and I saw a wet, dead cat in the middle of the road. I was surprised that I felt bad for that little cat. I’m not a cat person – at all. After a childhood trauma with cats – and severe allergies – I tend to really not like them.

But today, I was thinking about that cat … and I realized it was sad. That cat probably belonged to someone. It probably had a name … a personality … it maybe even did funny tricks. Someone is probably looking for it … or knows what happened and has to explain it to their kids. Some kid this morning might have found out their beloved Fluffy is no more.

And that’s sad.

I think about if it was Giselle that people were driving by … and tears begin to well up.

It made me realize that everyone matters to someone. People I don’t like, people I don’t agree with, murderers, terrorists – when things happen to them, they still had someone who loved them. It is always a tragedy for someone. Maybe not me, maybe not even the majority of people – but for one person, it could still be a tragedy.

I pray that little cat’s family find healing and maybe even a new cat to love.