Pinky lived 18 long, fruitful years. She was with our family to see so many firsts. Pinky was there before we got married; made moves from Florida, Arkansas, Iowa, and back to Florida; and the birth of Jackson. After Pumpkin died, she befriended our two kittens, Gary and Sandy (who are not kittens anymore).
Pinky reminds me that when the body goes, the spirit lives on. There’s no mistaking the love that Pinky brought into our lives. In fact, this cat embraced the idea of “living loved.” Pinky purred for everything; she was patient and kind; for she loved.
From 1 Corinthians 4-9: “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
Pinky loved all the way to the end. As her weak and gentle body gave way, she found the energy to lay her head on my hand. I wept not at the end of times, but at receiving Pinky’s gift of “living loved.” I pray that our Lord Jesus Christ will hold our beloved Pinky, his creation of perfect love.