A celebration
of a small life lived large by the hand of the spirit joyfully possessed of his love and honest affection.
Until recently I was housebound and became
quite dependent on my little half-Birman tom cat "Shiloh". I used to tease that he was my 'significant other' because
no human would have endured the rejection or the sharp words my little friend accepted and ignored as a matter of course.
His breed has been bred to be affectionate, almost to the point of being a nuisance. But the sheer delight of finding my physical
strength in the Lord, as well as my spiritual is that he remains a true and loving friend- when I am home. So I dedicate this sheath of 365 verses to the dearest friend whose walked with me this far, and whom
I will cherish until its time to go Home-and beyond.
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