The death of my cat has been working for good in my life. It's just amazing. I find myself feeling so much more tender hearted, caring for life more than I did. I think of everyone as someone who could be a person who could care for a pet, like my cat. I value life more, in my sorrow.
I find myself feeling more tenderhearted towards this man:
my father, who loved Buddy. It is because death has touched me, that I value his life more. And somehow, when I should be more cynical, I am less cynical - taking things more seriously, valuing life as I never thought I would.
God has used Buddy's death for good.