Isn't it strange how we can become emotionally attached to something that cannot love us back? That thought has been running through my mind the past few days. We recently had to put one of our cats to sleep, due to either cancer or kidney failure, and my mom really misses that cat. It wasn't an outstanding cat in any way, I mean, it was a yellow-striped cat, whom we called Tiger, and it was scrawny and lazy. But somehow, she got attached to him and it was hard for her to make that drive to the vets. But we now have another cat coming around here that dad is allowing to eat on our porch and mom is feeling better.
But how many times have each and every one of us grown attached to an animal, an object, like a car or a family heirloom. Those things will come and go, but be reminded of the words in Matthew 6:19-21; Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break in and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.