Mercy. Come.

She's just a cat, I keep telling myself. Cats run off every day, disappearing by the thousands, maybe millions. 

I had joked that Mercy heard about her upcoming spay appointment and ran off to join the circus. But it's not funny. 

It's no big deal, I tell myself when the tears come. Much greater losses befall and far greater tragedies threaten than my empty lap. 

So I pray for mercy for lost people and dreams and those who've lost them, for the broken and bereft and terrified, for homecomings. And I pray for Mercy. 

"Hope....the sometimes unexplainable, but always undeniable, feeling that today would be a bad day to give up." ~Joyce Meyer