Abt the toad

im so sor

during the Sasha period, when i was being asked (forced) to put my mother’s cat Sasha down, i stepped on a large toad that had been keeping me company on the smoking porch outside for a long time, and i stared to feel horrible about it but i said to myself, surely the Lord cares more for me than a toad?

the cats were all carrying on out back, including a stray who had coms to find ouf what was going on.

i wasnt sure about the toad, i didnt see what happened to him, but I walked with it for a while and came up with the policy of taking wounded soldiers when i put it into practice as necessary on the eoeypsych ward i wound up on a short while later.

i did consult the Beatrix Potter toad story and it helped me to understand what others have thought about these creatures. A little odd and stuck in their ways, but a part of the family.

lord broufht it out

my mother is gone. She would never have permitted such thoughts.

But i have the picture. Here it is again. I know that the Lord brougjt it out for a reason.

its hard to find this pic on my tablet; now I can access it easily.

The Question running through my mind is, How would I like to be taken as a wounded soldier?

And i think that the toad has a benevolent answer for me that I may seek tonight.