“If cats don’t go to heaven, then I don’t want to go either!” I boldly announced to the young pastor at my first year confirmation class. Two summers ago I related this statement from my youth to three close friends as we sat around my sunroom table, while my cat Elsa rubbed tortoiseshell hairs on every leg and basked in the extra head rubs and ear scratches. “Of course they go to heaven,” asserted one of the ladies. She smiled softly and added, “They give us a taste of heaven on earth.”
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