My heart is heavy this morning, filled with the pain of loss.

My beloved Leah died in the night last night.


We are not sure what happened. She seemed fine yesterday morning, but during the day I noticed she was acting funny. Her nose was running like someone had turned on a faucet, and she kept throwing up.

She took herself off to an empty part of the house and if someone came too close, she went somewhere else.

Last night I found her laying on the bedroom floor, between some boxes in front of my closet, barely moving. I sat with her for a while, but when Chloe came to crawl into my lap, Leah moved herself around to put her back to us.

This did not surprise me as Chloe was always chasing Leah and picking on her.

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I took Chloe and went back to the living room, trying to give Leah some peace.

Sometime during the night she crawled to Bill’s side of the bed, we think to be closer to him, and then died. He found her this morning at 5:30.

While my heart is broken at losing my sweet kitty; I had prepared myself for this long ago; even praying for it in a way.

That may sound strange; but there was good reason.

When I first got Kayla, I fell headlong in love with her.


Then one day I realized that when I was raptured, she was going to be left here to go through the Tribulation. I did not want to go through any time without her, and I began to pray that when that time came, the Lord would put His hand on her and just put her to sleep.

As some of you know, that is not what happened. Kayla got cancer and had to be put down in 2010.

As we added to our pet population, I began to pray that somehow the Lord would take care of each one.

We lost Sandy last October.


As I have watched the unfolding news the past few months — the Boston Bombings, the schools shootings, the deadly explosion in Texas, the scandals in Washington, the ever increasing targeting and persecution of Conservatives and Christians in this country, the attacks on Christians by the Muslim extremists, and the weather related disasters — I have felt more and more weighted down.

The Bible makes clear that in the end times, life will be difficult, even perilous.

Things have spiraled down so far, so quickly, I feel that we are at the door of the end; if not already through that door.

A while back I had a dream/vision where I was in a detention camp for Christians. It was so real I was surprised to find myself still in my home afterward.  I am not sure if this was the Lord telling me to prepare myself for what was coming or if it was a byproduct of an active imagination reacting to everything that is going on around the world.

Whatever it meant, I am praying for strength and guidance in case it comes to be.  I was thinking that I wrote an article about it, but the only one I could find did not mention this dream specifically.

My mother has had continuing thoughts of an army coming in and taking over, kicking us out of our homes so they can live in them and taking everything away from us.

I have read of people having dreams that the United States is going to collapse and be invaded by Russia and China.

All of this has made me look at Chloe and Leah and pray that they would not have to suffer through what may be coming.

God answered that prayer for Leah last night.

So, now we are down to having just Chloe; and I am preparing my heart to lose her also.

"Trick or treat!"

“Trick or treat!”

But in all of this God has been Faithful and Good.

This morning as Bill and I stood on our deck drinking coffee and talking about Leah, we looked across the road and there walking through the brush was a momma deer and her new baby, just barely up to her knees.

God knew I needed some kind of affirmation of life and gave me a clear assurance that He is here with me, loving me and comforting me in my loss.


As I was reading through this post, I remembered my warning about not clicking on any links because I thought I had been hacked.    I have since discovered I was not hacked – it was because of some app that came with a photo program I downloaded.  So if you care to read my other pet articles, I believe it is safe to click on the links embedded in each name.

© Drusilla Mott and, 2013


Sandy was born June 19, 1998.  When I first met her, she was a little bundle of golden fur, sitting on my mother-in-law’s lap when they stopped on their way home from picking her up at the breeder’s.

She loved ‘big sister’, but of course, Goldie wanted nothing to do with the intruder.

Sandy and Kayla soon became good friends and spent their time together chasing each other and swimming.

When my father-in-law died, and my mother-in-law became too sick to take care of her, we brought her to live with us.

Chloe and Leah had to get used to her, but soon they became friends, too.

Since coming to live with us, she has made it plain which one of us is her human.  She will not let Bill out of her sight for more than a few seconds without going looking for him.  If he has the nerve to leave her and go somewhere, she cops an attitude and lets him know in no uncertain terms that she is not pleased with him when he returns home.

Sandy will be 14 next month, and she is showing signs of her age.  A couple months ago, we noticed she was getting wobbly, and that her head was tipping to the right.  The vet said she had a lesion on her brain.

Last week we had to take her back to the vet because she could not stand on her back left leg.  We were given anti-inflammatory pills and steroids to take the swelling down.  She seems to be standing and moving a little better.

She is a much loved part of the family, and we are so glad we brought her to live with us.

© Drusilla Mott and, 2012