Poor Tigg

He hasn't been my cat for well over 11 years now, but he started out as my kitten.  And it makes me so sad that he's not doing well.

Tigger was adopted by my parents when I up and got married and moved to the other side of the country.  My husband-to-be already had a cat who was very territorial and would not likely accept another cat in the house.  So Tigg was left in the hands of my parents.

They've taken good care of him, and he's always eaten well - honestly, he weighed about 17 lbs. 

But now he's not eating much of anything at all, and the vet can't find anything wrong with him.  They gave him medicine anyway in hopes that he'd come around, but he's still not doing well.

Maybe he's just old.  Maybe he really is sick and they didn't figure it out.  I don't know.

But because Tigger was my first pet, I've never lost a pet before.  And even though he's not really mine anymore, it just makes me so sad to think that he may not live much longer.

Our girl Sabrina is the same age as Tigger - to the month - and it's hard to think of her not being with us anymore either.

Thankfully, God cares about these losses in our lives, just as he cares about the other trials we face. And we can trust Him to comfort us over the loss of a pet just as He comforts us in greater losses.

Right now I'm praying for my parents through this as they're the ones front and center.