Perfectly. Immanuel means “God with us” and you all have been the best representative of such statement through and through.
Each new rescue, whatever the case: from simple muscle sprain to malignant tumor. From mere parasite infestation to terminal injury. Young, old, female, male, when they come into our home; you: the whiskers’ syndicate delivers.
We have nothing but a manger. We have nothing but our little drums, we seldom – if ever – have gold, myrrh, and frankincense, but we mount our prayers, and efforts, and give all we have left even if it’s only for one more life; and from one cat, Whiskers’ Syndicate is now home to 175 cats, and over 150 more in colonies and groups all over town. From one cat, Whiskers’ Syndicate has spayed and neutered over 500 cats – a small number considering we are the only one doing massive TNR – but those 500 cats you help fix have in turn prevented millions of kittens to be born into poverty, sickness, suffering and horrible deaths.
Though just of a small number, you: Whiskers’ Syndicate, played God so miraculously that Bumpy: one with last stage malignant skin cancer is cancer free on the day he crossed over. Tito lived with FIP but is fluid free for the rest of 14 months of his stay with us. He lived normally till the end. Mama Grey even stayed with us for over 2 years, keeping her FIP at bay. She passed due to old age. Ditto, with growing tumor on his back that deformed him and was kept by neglectful mother and daughter who knows nothing but gain money from his situation was said to have only few days to live. Your magic heal his wounds, dried his tumor, so much so no one saw his hunch back when he passed away as his previous deplorable condition advanced his tumor near his heart. Though only for few weeks, Ditto slept away in peace in a form of a cat instead of bald bulging meat.
Patti, crushed by a car and left to die, broke her spine and cannot walk. Your outpouring support help her recover, and she has now learned to climb. Her records? 2 meters (6.5 feet)! She runs a bit funny, but she does so as fast as others, as good as others.
Noel is recovering. His medicine costs arms and legs, but if it is easier for a camel to enter a pin hole than for the rich to enter the kingdom of heaven (it must be very difficult for them to give) you every people fit Noel into life and set him to the pathway of hope. We will not know what will happen, but we do it anyway. Unlike others who always want to change the world, this is what Whiskers’ Syndicate do: save life today. We can change the world tomorrow.
For the lack of better words: THANK YOU. For all the stories I have written that cost you your tears, this is the writing that make me shed mine; but tears of joy, tears of gratitude, tears of hope. For my two hands have received your blessings this past twelve years and hopefully beyond. My two hands that can only do so much have been multiplied by your enabling donation, enriching wisdom, lifted by your prayers and healed over and over, so that I can reach out on your behalf, and bring one more soul back to the life they deserve, the life that had been denied them, the chance that they all have as birth right.
THANK YOU. Tonight when I give our residents the food you have keep on their table under the roof your keep over their head, and spread treats in addition to nourishment to those living on roadsides and sewers, know this: they will call you Immanuel. As it is because of all of you, God is with us. Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night.