At 11:30 Saturday night, while my honey and I were finally watching the season finale of Homeland (LOVE THAT SHOW!!), my cell phone rang. It was someone who had been looking on one of the Facebook pages where I posted Mr. Bigglesworth's photo several times over the last six weeks since he ran away. He told me a story of how his daughters who live about a mile from us had been feeding Biggles when he started to hang out around their house. He told me how they wanted to keep him but his ex-wife wouldn't let them so they called him and told him what a wonderful cat they had found, knowing full well what an animal lover he was. Before I got too excited, I had him send me a photo of the cat that he had named "Benny" and grown so attached to. As soon as I saw that mug come over my phone screen I burst into tears. It was indeed my Biggles!!! We went and picked him up yesterday morning almost an hour away. It is just so crazy to me how the Universe works sometimes. The people we meet. The lessons we are taught along the way. It's all part of a much bigger plan.
As difficult as it got with each passing week, I always tried to remember that Biggles running away was for a reason. I also never lost faith that I would see him again. It's not always easy to do but I know that this is definitely a lesson that I'm supposed to learn this time around, in this lifetime. Sometimes I'm good at it and sometimes I'm not. I think having the awareness is half the battle though.
It's like he never left. : )
Happy Monday to you all!! ~ Wendy
