My husband works in industrial sheet metal and often has to
haul trailers loaded with construction materials to jobs. We lived on 30 acres in the middle of nowhere. One cold winter morning, I got a telephone call about 20 minutes after DH had left."You'got to come meet me at Mickey's (a gas station just off the interstate). Not a morning person, I asked"What?!? He impatiently repeated his demand. I asked if he had forgotten something. He said "No. I left this morning & when I stopped to get gas, NuNu (my son's cat-his soul mate) was on the back bumper of the truck." Now this is a 15 lb. cat on a 4-6 inch metal ledge. He had travelled 20 miles over country roads followed by an industrial trailer,fully loaded, which would have rolled over him if he had fallen. What did he hold onto? What if my DH had not stopped for gas & gotten on the interstae? I think cats
(and all pets) not only are angels, but have guardian angels. You baby will show up.