If you know me even just a little bit, you know that my cat, Zora, is the love of my life. She means the world to me. And the only bad thing about being in Suriname for so long has been spending so much time away from her.
Well, the universe has dealt a blow that reminds me, once again, that when things are going well – moving in a positive direction – other forces may have plans that differ greatly.
Today I learned that my sweet Zora is very sick, with a vicious tumor on one of her legs. If test results come back favorably, the best we can hope for is that she will only have to lose that leg. Otherwise, well, I’m not sure I’m prepared to think about the worst case scenario. But I’m sure you can imagine.
I don’t often like to ask for help. But in this case, I’m not sure what else to do. So if you’re reading this, I just ask that you pray, or chant, or call on your spirit guides (whatever your process entails) that Zora will be okay. I think I can handle most things that are thrown my way. But losing Zora right now just isn’t an option.
Thank you, friends.