Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
– Luke 12:6-7, NIV
I am convinced God gave us animals to teach us about Him and His love for us. The passage I quote above is Jesus doing just that–i.e. teaching us through examples from nature.
When I was going through my divorce and adultery discoveries, I had a furry friend to help buoy my spirits. For some of you, your “furry” friend might be a dog, a bird, or some other loving creature. I am a cat lover; so, it was a tabby kitty for me. His picture is above on this post. That’s Mr. Pickles.*
I thank God for giving Mr. Pickles to me! Many nights he cuddled with me as I slept alone feeling the acute loss of someone who I had once thought was my friend and soul mate. His love was very vital for me especially when I was literally half way across the country from my family support. Yet, even then, God took care of me by sending His love through a purring, cuddly cat who acted more like a dog than most cats.
One memorable moment with Mr. Pickles happened with my former mother-in-law (MIL). I had just asked my then-wife if I could keep Mr. Pickles in a conversation when we were dividing up stuff. She agreed to let me have him and asked me to take care of him. I replied that I would, and he had taken good care of me. My former MIL was present for that exchange and cornered me about it in a followup conversation with her later that same night.
With contempt and derision in her voice, she pointed out the exchange about Mr. Pickles and asked if I needed someone to take care of me. We were talking about a cat here, and not a live in nurse or maid! I digress.
Back to the story:
I responded to my former MIL: “Mr. Pickles has been more faithful to me than your daughter!” Little did I know at the time how true my words were.
It took to the end of that month for me to make the first adulterous relationship discovery, which was ongoing while my former MIL was lecturing me about love, Christian duty, marriage, and our cat. Later my ex-wife told me that she introduced her long-term adultery partner to her parents the same week as the conversation about Mr. Pickles!
I thank God for animals.
Mr. Pickles proved to be a balm to my soul in my dire hour of need. He made me feel loved by sleeping against my feet every night. And he reminded me daily that my ex and her cohorts were lying about my character saying I was an angry, abusive man as Mr. Pickles never showed any fear in being around me. You see, I’ve been told and believe animals and children pick up when someone is truly abusive or dangerous. The truth remains that children and animals flocked to me back then and as they do now.
*As a sad side note, I had to give up Mr. Pickles when I married Mrs. DM. She is allergic, and Mr. Pickles is not very little kid friendly. That said, we found a nice place for him, and last I heard he was residing happily on a farm in Minnesota.