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M.Y N.A.M.E I.S Miracle The cat was lying near the road, A piteous sight to see; One golden eye had swollen shut, She tried to look at me. No sound came from her open mouth, No sound that I could hear; And then I saw her injured head, Her mangled, ragged ear. Her fur was matted with dried blood, Around her buzzed a fly; I brushed it off and picked her up, I could not let her die. I took her to a vet I knew, His brief report was grim; Her chances of recovering, At very best, were slim. With a heavy heart, I brought her home, But little did I know; The same God who watched over me, Would care for her also. I watched that suffering, little cat Grow stronger with each day; And thanked the Lord, with all my heart, When she could run and play. Today, a cat with head held high Jumps on my lap and purrs; A gentle paw touches my cheek, A tear, my vision blurs. But these are tears of happiness, My thankful heart is full; for her I chose a special name, I call her Miracle. - Julie Jones (updated each week!)
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