Proof The Bible Is True

“When I die, I want to come back as a cat,” my wife, Sue, always joked. “And if I could choose, I’d come here!” True, there was no better place to be a cat than our house. We had spoiled all of ours rotten.

 

Boomie, our old Maine Coon, was the current king of the castle. Sue doted on him. It was a love he returned, especially on the days Sue wasn’t feeling her best.

 

For the past decade, Sue had been battling cancer. Through chemo, radiation and surgeries, Boomie was there. He joined Sue on the sofa while she napped, drained from the latest treatment. He’d lie with his bushy tail across her chest, protective and watchful. His antics could bring a smile to Sue’s face when the pain was at its worst.

 

Boomie even comforted her after she lost her wedding ring. The cancer had caused Sue to drop a lot of weight. That must have been how her ring had slipped off her finger. I searched the house high and low for the ring—even taking apart the sinks. No luck.

 

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