Bad Dream…Rocky Morning

Last night, I dreamed that Mike and I went to the Fair. He had both legs, all his hair and was in good shape and we were having a ball. Then, we went into a haunted house and he vanished. In his stead, Kota was with me and together, we combed through the entire fairgrounds calling out to Mike. We went down tunnels, up ladders, down into holes rode all the rides, no Mike.

I woke up with Kota licking my face and I was crying and shouting “Michael where are you?”  This is the first bad dream I have had since his passing.

Had to run to the store and usually, just letting Kota into the carport with the car door open and telling him to “load up” works. Not this morning, instead, he ran around to the front of the truck and started whining. I followed him and that’s when I found the box. It looked like it had been stepped on and when I opened it, I found two-  days old kittens inside! No telling how long they had been there- when I picked them up, their bodies were so cold. The gray one had all his paws crossed and at first I thought he was gone, but then he moved. I tucked them into my bra and raced into the house. Felt like I had just put two ice cubes there!

They have wounds on them, I believe they have been pecked by birds. For the first feeding, I had to tube feed them as they were so cold, they could not even swallow. But at the second feeding, I was able to use the syringe because they had spent two hours in the warming cage.

I am calling the white one Huckles and the gray boy is Mohammed because he is fighter. I didn’t think he would survive to the second feeding but he is still here. He is still very cold, even after being exposed to gradual heat, but they have now both pooped and peed which is a good sign.

 

Are they out of the woods yet? Not by any stretch of the imagination, but they are noticeably stronger and Mohammed’s tremors have stopped for now. Their umbilical cords are still wet! I would like to find out who did this and partially stamp on them! I told God that I was going to take a year off rescuing kittens because without Mike’s help, it wasn’t going to be possible. Why am I left feeling that this dream I had was preparing me for this rescue?The Bible says:  “Through God ALL things are possible.” Please pray for these little ones now in my care.

4 thoughts on “Bad Dream…Rocky Morning

  1. They came to you, Mary Anne, you didn’t seek them out, so technically it is not a rescue. Or Kota rescued them. In any case, you are working your usually wonders. If anyone can bring them through, it’s you.

    And I am terribly sorry about that dream. Perhaps it’s surprising that you haven’t had one like it earlier. You don’t need your subconscious telling you that you miss your man.

  2. People are always telling God what they will do or not do…Only to find out that God has other plans. So glad you and Kota found the babies!
    Marian in Houston

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