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“No, please, stay!”
Sadly, we said goodbye to our Sweetdog this past July. It was heartbreaking. None of us were quite prepared (is anyone, ever, really?) for herdeparture. And, for us to have to aid in it was even more hurtful.
I so wanted her to get better, for the medicine to work, for a miracle of instant ability to befall her. I so wanted for her to be able to jump up onto the couch and nuzzle in with abandon like she was a Chihuahua instead of the 72 pound Labrador that she was (we never told her that she wasn’t a lap dog – and she was quite happy believing otherwise).
What we received, instead, were pleading eyes begging for sweet relief that the medicine was not bringing. A bladder that revolted against time and distances far too great for her pain-filled hips to take her. We found ourselves lying down upon the floor and nuzzling in next to her with abandon, as if we were the 70 pound Labradors instead of the 100 and something pound humans that we are.
And in the end, she could not stay. It still makes my heart hurt. This furry friend of ours. My first “baby”, actually.
Time marches on. God replaces the searing pain of loss of a family pet with a dull throb. And occasionally, even, a chuckle over a fond memory.
I wish she could have stayed. But now, she can “Sit!” at the feet of the throne of the one who made even the animals. And I’m just sure Jesus is playing a mighty game of Fetch with all of the furry friends we’ve each had to let go of.
On second thought, I’d rather she just be able to “Stay!” right there.