Mr. Pickles, the cat, saw me through some of the darkest times as my first marriage ended.
He would greet me at the door at the end of my work day. Then join me on the couch as I relaxed. Finally, he would sleep at the end of my bed purring near my feet as I slept.
I am grateful for that cat. God sent him to me to help me through a really tough time.
Sadly, I had to send Mr. Pickles away when I married Mrs. DM. She is allergic, and Mr. Pickles was not safe around Munchkin.
In the meantime, Mrs. DM worked on me and convinced me to get parrots. So, now, I have some feathered friends. They remind me of God’s love, too.
