Have you ever wanted to give someone a message that wouldn’t be forgotten? I have. I have made my own business cards using a copier and card stock, I have decorated baseball hats using magic markers and fabric paint. That was fun, although I was messy and had a big clean up job afterward.

I have never tried personalized pens myself. I have read a few that made me laugh, though. I can always use a good pen. When I’m in the store and have to sign a check, I do try to avoid running off with the cashier’s pen. My husband has gotten a few pens from some of the medical supply salesmen that are unusual.

The types of messages can be endless. One pen we were given claimed to have been stolen from a niece. She was the one who gave it to us. I had a chuckle over that one. Messages can be given in unusual ways. T-shirts are seen every where. Hats on heads are seen, but pens get used constantly.

I’ve been thinking about some of the unusual animals that we’ve had. The one that comes to mind we called Junior. He was a neutered male cat that was solid black.

At the time that we had him, my husband was having seizures. He was having grand-mal and petit-mal types of seizures each day. One day he told me that when he would come out of a seizure, he would find Junior right next to him. The cat would be purring loudly right next to my husband’s head. I saw this happen one day when I had gone out into the yard to hang up laundry on the clothes line next door. Our neighbor allowed us to use it since she didn’t use it. While I was out there, I had locked the door to the trailer, because he was asleep. The next thing that I knew, Junior had found a way to get outside and was raising a ruckus. When I turned around and followed him, he led me to the front door, then through the trailer to the bedroom, where my husband had gotten out of bed and fallen onto the electric heater and was having a seizure. I rushed over and removed him from the heater just as it clicked on and the coils started to glow.

I expected to find that my husband’s stomach would be severely burned from the heater, but it wasn’t burned. Junior, our cat, had saved his life, if not his health. Another time my husband was standing in the kitchen when he toppled over onto the floor and went into a grand-mal seizure. Before I could get to him, Junior had inserted himself under my husband’s head and used his body to act as a cushion while my husband jerked in the seizure. He wouldn’t let me remove him until the seizure was stopped. The cat then got by my husband’s head and started to purr very loudly. My husband admitted that having Junior there purring helped him to recover from each seizure, and not be scared. We lost Junior in 1997 when he was 12 years old. We do not know why he died, we know that we miss him greatly.

People aren’t the only ones who can be heroes.

My husband no longer has seizures. We have other babies now. One of them, Dipper, is sensitive to when His blood sugar gets too low. God continues to bless.