Please allow me to introduce my cat, Tiki. She is an absolute delight and God-send. I had discovered her in a pet store. While my wife, Joy, had been visiting with her daughter in Ohio, I found myself in a Pet Smart. I can’t imagine why. We had no pets!
I’m not one to believe in coincidences. I firmly believe there is a reason for everything that transpires in our lives. No, it is not fate nor destiny. It is the Lord Jesus Christ. I believe He brought me to this store.
I found myself wandering the aisles when, there before me was this beautiful pitch-black cat! She had greenish yellow eyes. She appeared to be fast asleep and at peace. I found a store clerk and asked him if I could hold the animal.
When I held her and looked into her eyes, I fell in love. I knew I wanted to take her home with me. The papers of adoption were filled out and I signed them. They placed Tiki in a carryall, and off we went towards home.
I did not get Tiki with myself in mind. I bought her for my wife. I knew she loved cats. In the back of my mind, I also knew Joy was unhappy. Rightfully so.
You see, this was around the year 2010. We had been married for about 28 years then. Our marriage had not been on a very firm foundation. My side of the foundation had been crumbling for many years. I take full responsibility for all that has transpired throughout our marriage.
That is as far as I wish to go with that. My purpose is not to draw attention to myself, but to that of our cat, Tiki. Delving into the whys and wherefores of our marriage kinda punches holes in what I have set out to say about Tiki, and I will not do that.
Tiki may indeed be just a cat, as many would quickly point out, but she was a companion for Joy. As I later discovered, however, Tiki was more of a companion to me. I’ve often heard that female cats tend to gravitate more to the human male than the female. I’ve been meaning to ask Tiki about that…
In looking back over those years until the time of my wife’s death in 2013, they passed so quickly, as if nothing more than a blur. Then that fateful evening of October 13, 2013, when Joy came into the room where I was at our computer. She said she had the worst headache she has ever had. Eight short days later Joy passed away in the morning of October 21, 2013, ever to be with the Lord.
Her time of suffering had ended and, rightfully, mine had just begun. I sold our double-wide mobile home to our land lord. I took that money and purchased an 18-foot travel trailer and a 1/2 ton pick up truck. Not more than three to four days later, Tiki and I began our trip to New Mexico.
We arrived there on November 17, 2013. I can still see Tiki frantically peering out the window of the trailer as I turned to leave home for the last time.
I cannot fathom what that poor cat must have endured on that long and arduous 2,000 mile trip in the back of that trailer, not knowing, not understanding what was taking place. She was sick and vomiting when we finally had arrived, but she soon settled down when she realized that we were not going any further.
This had to be the most horrific time of my life as well. Deep down, I knew Tiki was my friend and we loved each other. We were both suffering during this time. This, too, was a common bond between us.
Tiki has brought me through horrible times these last three years. I cannot say enough for her. She is a God-send. There scarcely was not a day that passed when I seriously did not contemplate suicide. I looked forward to it each and every day.
Because of God and Tiki, I did not commit suicide. I just could not bare the thought of my rotting carcass in this tiny trailer. Tiki would be frantic, trying to understand what was happening. Her precious little mind would not be capable of grasping the tragedy of all this. Too, she would be quickly running out of water and food.
I just could not do this to her. It is not her fault she is in the fix in which she finds herself. After all, back home in Maryland she had approximately 1,100 square feet of living space in which to play and entertain herself. Here, she only has an 18-foot travel trailer, about 144 square feet of living space. Again, I just could not leave her like this.
It’s been some time now that the thoughts of suicide left me. I can assure you it was not a conscious effort on my part. I did not just wake up one morning and say to myself, “Bill, this is indeed a lovely day! Let’s forget all this nonsense about suicide and get on with life.” These thoughts never entered my mind. The only explanation I have is God. He is the only explanation necessary.
That is exactly what has been taking place and, prayerfully, will continue. First, I owe this all to God. Second, I owe Tiki for being my only earthly companion. When all others have failed, Tiki continues to be unbelievably faithful.
Many times I have thanked the Lord for Tiki, and many times I have told her as well. I believe she has heard and understands…