Gamora

Gosh, how I love Gamora! She’s a vibrant little thing- full of mischief. It’s almost as if her little body is just tightly packed with mischievous play and deeds. It’s hilarious! I’m comparing her to both my beloved Patches and my darling Loki, and I have to say that on the mischief score metre, she’s well ahead of the pack! It’s quite shocking because Patches stole a turkey one Christmas and Loki’s penchant for stealing clothes, biting them up and tossing them back into the laundry basket seem like quite formidable ratings on the mischief scale. However, little Gamora’s giving them a run for their money. Considering as I write this, she’s not yet five months old and has only been with me for one and a half months, it is rather significant!

Gamora! She’s rather living up to the tough, warrior I’ve named her after (from Guardians of the Galaxy). I thought of the name because when I first laid eyes on little Gamora, the wrinkled brows and her eyes that look like she’s wearing eye-liner, reminded me of the character. Anyway- this little cutie, who I think is well named, has turned out to be a mini terror! She’s only tiny and almost everything is bigger or higher than she is. That doesn’t daunt her. Not one bit! She’s a problem-solver and works things out. If I try to block off an area, her first reaction is one of irritation. She has quite a loud bark for such a small creature, and she uses it to let whatever it is that’s in her way, know that she’s not pleased. Then, it appears that she’s succumbing to the situation as she sits down facing her ‘challenge’. You can almost see the wheels in her head going at full speed! The next thing you know, she’s figured a way past the barrier and is doing precisely what you don’t want her to do! And she’s fast! She shoots off before you can catch her. It feels like she’s having a laugh when she takes off with a slipper or a shoe, or whatever else that she’s not supposed to. It’s such a funny picture watching this little gremlin zip around at top speed carrying something that looks almost half her size! It cracks me up. I find myself laughing in wild amusement.

She’s also quite brave. Don’t get me wrong- she does get scared. She’s only little and so many things are new to her. But again, that watchful face observes and as soon as she works out it’s safe, she’s off on a fearless exploration. Her curiosity is astounding. She follows – the faithful adventure seeker! A couple of weeks ago, I found her on the dining chair contemplating getting on to the dining table. Considering she’s not anywhere close to my knees, height wise, and rather closer to my ankles, it’s quite a feat. Sometimes, I watch her in the garden. I think she amuses the pigeons on high. She tries to go after them, but they fly to much higher ground, and she sits and watches, looking for a way up. Sometimes she runs from a distance to try and gain leverage up the garden wall. It’s hilarious!

Gamora’s interests are showing early. She’s clearly a Marvel fan. She’s remaining true there. She sat and watched as I watched Captain America: Civil War with full fascination for the most part. Her tiny head looking right up at the TV screen. The following night, I was in the mood for The Dark Knight. Batman did not hold her interest. She was out like a light! It’s hard not to be amused.

Gamora is such a wonderful blessing to our home. She’s ready to love. She’s got quite a busy greeting. Visit and you’ll see what I mean. She has some frequent visitors and she really enjoys them. It’s very obvious she does. I have a lot of pleasure watching her interact – as I know the mischief that’s about to hit them! Of course when I go back home after being out for a bit, I have the Gamora missile launched right at me. It helps to sit and just let her go! She’s got a flurry of kisses to give and she wants cuddles and she wants it all immediately. And how she loves her belly rubs. Her latest is letting me carry her like a baby on her back, so that I can tickle her belly while she just looks at me with melting eyes. So much love.

Gamora’s a blessing to me. Not a greater blessing than Jesus coming for me. Nothing trumps that. However, she is a blessing from Him to me. I’m convinced of it. At the point when I was feeling my lowest, after losing Loki and then having to witness some family go through loss, it was such wonderful therapy to have this little gremlin come into our home. Initially, the breeder I got her from said that she’d be sad after being taken away from the happy family that she was a part of. That never happened. She felt at home right away and settled in immediately! She’s made herself a part of our family so very quickly. It keeps amazing me how gracious God is to me- sending me the right thing at the right time. I’m at a loss to explain the amazing chemistry there is in our space with the addition of Gamora. It simply is lovely. In a season of loss and decline, as I watch loved ones age, suffer from illness, and as I face fears of eventual loses of loved ones, I am blown away at how God has sent me a little gremlin to bring me cheer and to remind me of His goodness. The perfection of this blessing isn’t in that there will never be sorrows or troubles for little Gamora and me. No. It is just that even in challenging times, a need is met. Thank You, Jesus, for Gamora. Grant me my mobility for a long time, so that I may chase after her when she runs off with my slippers!