This opening post kind of calls for a picture or two. What shall I have? Here are some of my beautiful darling Trix. You know how it is when one doesn't know how much something matters till it (almost) gets taken away? That's why I'm so grateful that Trix is still here, stronger and prettier with each day. It's been eight months since that frightful day. I'm really very thankful!
Trix, I know you do love me, even those moments when you strongly protest against my caresses, and violently wriggle out of my affectionate hugs. That's perfectly okay, but please, do cooperate when it's time for you to take your daily medication.
29 Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. 30 And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 31 So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. ~ Mt 10: 29-31
Every animal of the forest is mine, and the cattle on a thousand hills.
I know every bird in the mountains, and the creatures of the field are mine. ~ Ps
50:10-11