In a little more than an hour, we say farewell to he who has become known as Little Bittle (pronounced lid'l bid'l).
He's only a 20-pounder, which is tiny around our house. He's been at this particular stop on the Underdog Railroad since Thursday, and tonight we're taking him to the one who will transport him to points further east. He's about four years old and will make a very good companion for someone... who I hope finds him through the rescue group soon.
Saying goodbye to Little Bittle will be bittersweet, but not that bad, all around. While I'm doing it, I'll be thinking of friend and fellow RevGal Sue, who will be letting go of her beloved cat Ouzo tomorrow. They've done everything they could for that sweet kitty boy, including this last thing that will bring him peace. But this last thing is so, so difficult, even if it is the most loving and compassionate act possible. Please be in prayer for them.