Luther's mom was a barn cat. She had been run over on the highway that passes my church, leaving behind a few kittens in the church garden. They were four weeks old and needed someone. We took Luther home. He was all black except for a little splash of white on his chest. Although he was raised as an indoor cat, that idea of being outside never really left him and he loved to wander in the garden and always loved my shop when the tools were off. Luther was 12 and we said good-bye this morning. He passed away in his sleep during the night, and has left a big hole in our hearts.
If you get a moment, think of my family today as I lay Luther in the garden he love so much.
If you get a moment, think of my family today as I lay Luther in the garden he love so much.
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