Whoever coined the phrase, “I’m a lover not a fighter,” was an idiot. Interestingly, it is a phrase often employed to justify bestial behavior for the libertine, but in reality it has nothing to do with the animal kingdom. In this realm, those who can’t fight aren’t “making love”. Thus was the fate of our beloved feline Gaebo who expired today. He certainly used up his nine lives, but because he had one of nature’s more gentle spirits he wasn’t very successful in scoring a mate, which apparently, he gave his life trying to do. Simply, he had a wound that needed stitching and there is no veterinarian to be found. I did have the pleasure of picking maggots from his wound in his last days, but lamentably, the medicine applied to kill the worms took him too. I can’t say he’s with the Lord, but he was named after the Archangel because he came to us the day that marks our Lord’s arrival at the Annunciation and he left us on the feast celebrating the Lord’s departure. If not a swallow falls from the sky without our Heavenly Father knowing it, I can only say that divine interest in Gaebo seems apparent.
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