by Susan Batarseh
Bingo was the sweetest cat He was black and white and chubby. He just wanted to be close and loved. He was loved, but had to remain outside most of the time due to our allergies. One day he just didn't come home. I felt so bad. I wanted to just hold him and let him in the house where he wanted to be. I prayed and cried, but he didn't return. God told me he's with him in heaven. Then someone said they saw a cat that looked like him, black and white, going across the street into the apartment complex. My mind was at ease because I thought that he's being taken care of my someone. Then I found out it wasn't Bingo and my heart sunk again. Then God said, "Why did you feel happy to have someone else care for him but not me?" Then I was ashamed and realized that God is the best caretaker! In my minds eye I could see Bingo running through the meadow with bright eyes and a shiny black and white coat jumping up to catch a butterfly. When he was here he couldn't run fast or jump well and his eyes looked cloudy. I know that he's happier there, in heaven, and that someday I will get to see him again! I can't wait!