I’ve been wanting to share this story for weeks now.
Our grand-cat, Jerome, disappeared. He’d gone for his usual short walk in his Seattle neighborhood, but didn’t return home. Our daughter and son-in-law were — as pet-lovers everywhere can imagine — deeply distressed.
I could hear the worry in their voices, even as they tried to be calm.
Two days passed. No Jerome.
They searched every nook and cranny in their new neighborhood and beyond. They posted notices, knocked on neighbours’ doors, and prayed.
Relatives in Toronto, New York, Texas, and everywhere, were also distressed. Jerome and his brother, Simon, are loved by us all. The news spread fast, as did the anxiety.
Four days passed. No Jerome.
“Mom”, as everyone calls my mother-in-law, prayed. She made us all smile when she revealed that she had even called the American prayer line “Unity” with a prayer request.
“This poor cat was moved from Toronto and moved again to a new home just a few months ago,” she told the person who answered. “And now he’s lost.”
“Could you give me the new address?” the lady asked sympathetically.
“I can’t remember it right now,” Mom replied. “I’m a bit upset.”
The lady soothed her and they prayed together.
Five days passed, then six. No Jerome.
The following morning, just before 5 a.m. (just before 2 a.m. Seattle time) our daughter texted the family to say Jerome was found.
Good Samaritan “Abe” lives several busy intersections away from Jerome’s neighborhood. He was out for a late-night smoke and saw Jerome. Concerned, he got close enough to read the contact information on Jerome’s collar and phoned.
It was such good news for our daughter and son-in-law and for the whole family.
We’re very thankful Jerome’s back home. Bless you, Abe.