Sunday, January 15, 2006
valley of the shadow of death
My sister's cat, Kitty, died this morning. Sis said she buried a chicken (died either yesterday or last night) her fingers, and Kitty, all in one grave. The chicken - to feed the cat (we know how Kitty loved chicken) and the fingers (Sis kept her fingers in the freezer) - to pet Kitty. Psalm 23.
