Here's the rest of the lyrics:
You're not alone;
Together we stand;
I'll be your side
You know, I'll take your hand.
When it gets cold;
It feels like the end;
When there's no place to go
You know I won't give in.
No I won't give in.
Keep holding on,
Yes, you'll know we'll make it through;
Make it through.
Just stay strong;
Cuz you know I'm here for you;
I'm here for you.
Nothing you can say;
Nothing you can do ;
There's no other way when it comes to the truth;
So keep holding on;
Cuz you know we'll make it through,
We'll make it through.
So far away;
I wish you were here;
Before it's too late
This could all disappear.
Before the doors close;
When it comes to the end;
With you by my side I'll fight and defend.
I'll fight and defend.
Yeah,
Keep holding on,
Yes, you'll know we'll make it through;
Make it through.
Just stay strong;
Cuz you know I'm here for you;
I'm here for you.
Nothing you can say;
Nothing you can do ;
There's no other way when it comes to the truth;
So keep holding on;
Cuz you know we'll make it through,
We'll make it through.
Hear me when I say I believe.
Nothing's going to change destiny.
Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly.
Yeah.
La, la, la, la...
Keep holding on,
Yes, you'll know we'll make it through;
Make it through.
Just stay strong;
Cuz you know I'm here for you;
I'm here for you.
Nothing you can say;
Nothing you can do ;
There's no other way when it comes to the truth;
So keep holding on;
Cuz you know we'll make it through,
We'll make it through.
So, I got news today. First of all--it was a long day. Various emotional stresses infringed upon my happiness, but that wasn't such a big deal. I mean really, what do I expect from life anyway? But One Particular thing happened today which really is worth writing about.
It's silly--I've already blogged about similar feelings before, with no especial result. I just know if I try to hold all this inside, I'll cry. (More than I already have, I mean. I've been a perfect weeping willow today.) If you don't like cats, stop reading now. Or rather, you're welcome to read, but no snide comments, please. I'll delete them, I swear I will.
So. My cat, Tex, died over a year ago, in August of 2006. I had to have him "put to sleep" because he had cancer. He had been such a good cat--I could talk for hours about him, but I won't. A month and a bit ago I had a dream that there had been some ridiculous mistake, and that he was fine, and that he somehow came home to us. I later realized that the day I had that dream was the anniversary of his death, but that's another story. Suffice to say that, for a variety of reasons (probably not the least of which being that I'm a girl) I still miss Tex every bit as much today as I did a year ago, and that I still look for him on my bed, and expect to see him tearing through the house when we vacuum, and the other myriad of things he used to do that, since he's buried under the hedge now, he doesn't. (And I blame myself, of course, because I was the one who made the decision to put him to sleep. But that too is another story. You can go back to last year's posts and read if you want. I try not to, though there are some cute pictures of him, sitting in a hammock.)
Anyhow. One of the greatest comforts since I lost Texy, has been Lilly, who is my sister, Fred's, cat. Lilly is a
beautiful cat, as you can see. She's never had any attitude problems (unlike my cat, Tex, who took a dim view of anyone insulting his dignity which meant to him touching his paws, tail, belly, or ears, or calling him "puss puss" or blowing him kisses) and is generally one of the neatest, sweetest, and most agreeable cats I have ever had the pleasure to meet. Decorative too. But we finally took her to the vet today, and found out she has a malignant tumor in her paw, much like Tex did, only his was a bone cancer, which caused him a lot of pain, and hers seems painless (at least, now) though growing larger. There is, therefore, a good chance of her getting it removed with no further effects. However, there is also a good chance of it spreading--even after it's removed--or that it has already spread.
So the question arises. How much can you spend on a cat (she's just an animal, yet she's a member of the family too!) versus when is it humane to "put her to sleep" versus...oh, a million things. She is 15 (12 is average age for a cat) so it's not like she's extra young. But some cats live to be 30...and I guess I just hoped she was one of those. She still may be--it's my sister's call,
about that. But oh, now when Lilly hops up on my bed (how full of life she is!) and begs to be petted, I shall not brush her away and mumble, "I need sleep, silly cat!" but I'll sit up and pet her. When she licks my hand I won't pull it away and say, "ewww, cat spit!" but I'll thank her for "kitty kisses" (Ok, I know this is getting mushy, but some people out there know just what I'm saying, and to those of you who don't--well, I would say, "get a cat" but now I will warn you, if you DO get a cat as wonderful as the two I grew up with, be warned! Losing that cat will break your heart quite as much as losing a human friend does. Strange, perhaps unreasonable, but true. And the question you have to ask yourself is, "Is it better to have loved and lost or to never have loved at all?") and after showing proper appreciation for her attention, then I may have to push her away and say, "Lilly, I need sleep!" But not till she KNOWS that I love her. Because I do.
Tonight a dear friend (who has never liked cats, nor do we expect her to) made some comment about cats, just like she usually does, and I have to say, this time, as I was grieving again about Tex, and still reeling from this blow about Lilly, I felt her jab much more deeply than usual and, indeed, more deeply than I'm sure she intended it.
It's sad, how sometimes a silly little joke of ours can hurt someone so genuinely and so deeply, without our even intending or maybe even knowing.
Let that be a lesson to me to be so very careful what I tease about.
Anyway, if you'd just pray for all of us--we love Lilly so much, and life would be very dim without her. But pray that we'll make the right decision (whatever that is). Because she's been such a good cat, and honestly, if I keep on any more like I was all day today, I'm never going to be able to wear mascara again, because no matter how much I cry, it seems like more makeup can come off.
Funny thing is, this is a little microcosm of life. Because, just as I have no control over this fuzzy little friend's future (that is in my sister's hands) but it intimately affects me, so I have very little control over my future, but that too intimately effects me. And in the same way that I need to be sure to take advantage of every, single, solitary moment that comes along for me to appreciate our sweet pussycat, so must I take advantage of every lesson in life God sends to teach me--whether it be here or at school or in Morocco. And quite honestly, with all these questions running through my head, it really didn't need something this big to tip me over the edge from "fine" to "freaked out, insecure, neurotic, and emotional."
Silly, I know. How can a furry, self-centered little creature become so entangled in our affections? Curiouser and curiouser...
And ironic.
Together we stand;
I'll be your side
You know, I'll take your hand.
When it gets cold;
It feels like the end;
When there's no place to go
You know I won't give in.
No I won't give in.
Keep holding on,
Yes, you'll know we'll make it through;
Make it through.
Just stay strong;
Cuz you know I'm here for you;
I'm here for you.
Nothing you can say;
Nothing you can do ;
There's no other way when it comes to the truth;
So keep holding on;
Cuz you know we'll make it through,
We'll make it through.
So far away;
I wish you were here;
Before it's too late
This could all disappear.
Before the doors close;
When it comes to the end;
With you by my side I'll fight and defend.
I'll fight and defend.
Yeah,
Keep holding on,
Yes, you'll know we'll make it through;
Make it through.
Just stay strong;
Cuz you know I'm here for you;
I'm here for you.
Nothing you can say;
Nothing you can do ;
There's no other way when it comes to the truth;
So keep holding on;
Cuz you know we'll make it through,
We'll make it through.
Hear me when I say I believe.
Nothing's going to change destiny.
Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly.
Yeah.
La, la, la, la...
Keep holding on,
Yes, you'll know we'll make it through;
Make it through.
Just stay strong;
Cuz you know I'm here for you;
I'm here for you.
Nothing you can say;
Nothing you can do ;
There's no other way when it comes to the truth;
So keep holding on;
Cuz you know we'll make it through,
We'll make it through.
So, I got news today. First of all--it was a long day. Various emotional stresses infringed upon my happiness, but that wasn't such a big deal. I mean really, what do I expect from life anyway? But One Particular thing happened today which really is worth writing about.
It's silly--I've already blogged about similar feelings before, with no especial result. I just know if I try to hold all this inside, I'll cry. (More than I already have, I mean. I've been a perfect weeping willow today.) If you don't like cats, stop reading now. Or rather, you're welcome to read, but no snide comments, please. I'll delete them, I swear I will.
So. My cat, Tex, died over a year ago, in August of 2006. I had to have him "put to sleep" because he had cancer. He had been such a good cat--I could talk for hours about him, but I won't. A month and a bit ago I had a dream that there had been some ridiculous mistake, and that he was fine, and that he somehow came home to us. I later realized that the day I had that dream was the anniversary of his death, but that's another story. Suffice to say that, for a variety of reasons (probably not the least of which being that I'm a girl) I still miss Tex every bit as much today as I did a year ago, and that I still look for him on my bed, and expect to see him tearing through the house when we vacuum, and the other myriad of things he used to do that, since he's buried under the hedge now, he doesn't. (And I blame myself, of course, because I was the one who made the decision to put him to sleep. But that too is another story. You can go back to last year's posts and read if you want. I try not to, though there are some cute pictures of him, sitting in a hammock.)
Anyhow. One of the greatest comforts since I lost Texy, has been Lilly, who is my sister, Fred's, cat. Lilly is a
beautiful cat, as you can see. She's never had any attitude problems (unlike my cat, Tex, who took a dim view of anyone insulting his dignity which meant to him touching his paws, tail, belly, or ears, or calling him "puss puss" or blowing him kisses) and is generally one of the neatest, sweetest, and most agreeable cats I have ever had the pleasure to meet. Decorative too. But we finally took her to the vet today, and found out she has a malignant tumor in her paw, much like Tex did, only his was a bone cancer, which caused him a lot of pain, and hers seems painless (at least, now) though growing larger. There is, therefore, a good chance of her getting it removed with no further effects. However, there is also a good chance of it spreading--even after it's removed--or that it has already spread.So the question arises. How much can you spend on a cat (she's just an animal, yet she's a member of the family too!) versus when is it humane to "put her to sleep" versus...oh, a million things. She is 15 (12 is average age for a cat) so it's not like she's extra young. But some cats live to be 30...and I guess I just hoped she was one of those. She still may be--it's my sister's call,
about that. But oh, now when Lilly hops up on my bed (how full of life she is!) and begs to be petted, I shall not brush her away and mumble, "I need sleep, silly cat!" but I'll sit up and pet her. When she licks my hand I won't pull it away and say, "ewww, cat spit!" but I'll thank her for "kitty kisses" (Ok, I know this is getting mushy, but some people out there know just what I'm saying, and to those of you who don't--well, I would say, "get a cat" but now I will warn you, if you DO get a cat as wonderful as the two I grew up with, be warned! Losing that cat will break your heart quite as much as losing a human friend does. Strange, perhaps unreasonable, but true. And the question you have to ask yourself is, "Is it better to have loved and lost or to never have loved at all?") and after showing proper appreciation for her attention, then I may have to push her away and say, "Lilly, I need sleep!" But not till she KNOWS that I love her. Because I do.Tonight a dear friend (who has never liked cats, nor do we expect her to) made some comment about cats, just like she usually does, and I have to say, this time, as I was grieving again about Tex, and still reeling from this blow about Lilly, I felt her jab much more deeply than usual and, indeed, more deeply than I'm sure she intended it.
It's sad, how sometimes a silly little joke of ours can hurt someone so genuinely and so deeply, without our even intending or maybe even knowing.
Let that be a lesson to me to be so very careful what I tease about.
Anyway, if you'd just pray for all of us--we love Lilly so much, and life would be very dim without her. But pray that we'll make the right decision (whatever that is). Because she's been such a good cat, and honestly, if I keep on any more like I was all day today, I'm never going to be able to wear mascara again, because no matter how much I cry, it seems like more makeup can come off.
Funny thing is, this is a little microcosm of life. Because, just as I have no control over this fuzzy little friend's future (that is in my sister's hands) but it intimately affects me, so I have very little control over my future, but that too intimately effects me. And in the same way that I need to be sure to take advantage of every, single, solitary moment that comes along for me to appreciate our sweet pussycat, so must I take advantage of every lesson in life God sends to teach me--whether it be here or at school or in Morocco. And quite honestly, with all these questions running through my head, it really didn't need something this big to tip me over the edge from "fine" to "freaked out, insecure, neurotic, and emotional."
Silly, I know. How can a furry, self-centered little creature become so entangled in our affections? Curiouser and curiouser...
And ironic.
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