A sad day at the Maney house. My wife had to put down Sissypuss, her 14 year old cat (and make no mistake, she was nobody’s cat but my wife’s). Kidney disease and a host of other complications finally forced the decision. We are sad but before Dondra took her, we commended her back to God, whose creature Sissypuss was in the first place. As I think about the promise of new creation, I dare hope that maybe, just maybe, God will redeem all of his little creatures that he entrusted to our care. That would be very cool.

RIP, Muffin. We’ll miss you.