There are times in our lives where an ending is best.
Repetitive events continue to give our minds unrest.

This advice is not only good for us with PTSD.
It is solid ground for all others besides you and me!

Allowing into our home feral cats is an example of that.
I had been manipulated (by a housemate) to take in another cat.

He had pulled on a heartstring that obeyed like a puppet, you see.
Knowing he would do it again made my mind unhappy as can be.

Only one of six feral felines was able to adjust inside and out of this house.
Each time their behaviors did not work out, I felt like a lousy louse!

Even though his intentions were pure, being feral was not easy to endure.
He just did not get it, that those traumatized cats were wild creatures for sure.

Do you see the similarity between our furry, furlong friends with trauma?
They were victims, too, but abandoned and alone to face life's drama.

There are consequences to such circumstances most certainly.
Having fear and anger gone too long, unchecked creates mental frailty.

We gave this cat, Vincenzo, a loving home with lots to eat and drink.
Given back the basics plus love would have been enough, €You think?€

Unfortunately, for him it was not enough to compensate for all the loss.
He spilled out negative emotions with his spray thinking he was the boss.

This is kind of like what people hurt deep inside, also do.
If you are or know a loved one with past trauma you know this is true.

Dear friend, are you familiar with the €Serenity Prayer?€
It tells us to stay with, or change, and acknowledge the thing we cannot bare.

Vincenzo was also given two loving sessions of Qigong by me.
This was in hope to clear negative emotions that caused bad behavior, you see.

The cliff of his loss was too deep to fill in at this time.
He wanted all the love in the household and to the other feral he was unkind.

There became only one other choice that would relieve all our pain.
He needed to find a home, just for him so that I could remain sane!

Now his fate is in God's mighty hands as we take him to the shelter farm.
Using a Qigong ending will seal and help heal me, and him from harm.

Well, at least that was the plan.
After my prayer for Vincenzo's highest good, God showed He's the man!

The favorite food that was sprinkled with sleepy time went uneaten.
That prayer must have reached that cat's Angel making the plan beaten.

An ending was still needed to keep me sane and in my purpose, too.
Vincenzo would be free outside, yet fed to keep us both from being blue!

The moral of this tale is to always ask God for advice.
Sometimes we may have to change the plan once or twice!