A Death and a Fire

Our cat suffered from a blood clot last night.  This morning, Tammy and I took him to the vet for the final time.  One last visit, to end the suffering.  Once the sad deed was done, I went on to work. 

The remainder of the work day was pretty normal.  The trip home was not.  The car lurched.  The engine quit.  Smoke starting filling the inside.  My car was on fire. 

I pulled over, coasting to a stop, got out of the car and opened the trunk.  The flames were just starting to grow near the battery.  I grabbed something from the trunk and fanned them out.  As the smoke cleared, I could see the problem.  The clamp that holds the battery in place had come loose and shorted against the positive post of the battery.  With the loose clamp removed, I cranked the car and headed home to bury the cat.

We had 15 years with the cat.  For that, I am thankful.  The fire in the trunk could have quickly escalated into something much worse, but it didn’t.  For that, I am also thankful.  It is the end of a difficult day, but I am at peace because through it all, God has been with me.  For that, I am very thankful.