After we put our sweet Sandy down yesterday, we came home and cried. The house isn't the same without seeing her in the usual places. The first order of business was to let the other two dogs smell a lock of Sandy's hair we clipped, hoping it would communicate to them she is gone. Jesse, our Standard Poodle was in deep thought for a few moments as she inhaled the fibers.
My husband couldn't take being in the house so he laid on the lawn and let the ground soak up his tears. Jesse plopped down next to him and watched his face.
She put her paw on his chest.
She jumped over to his other side...
To lick his salty tears from his face.
When he didn't respond to her, she got serious. She made her love BOLD.
She lied down and pushed into him as hard as she could.
He threw his arm around her neck.
She stayed right next to him...
On his level.
She promised him she would stay right here, for as long as it takes...
Whether he needed her or not.
The world was still and calm for a moment.
B-Lowe laid his head in my lap and we marveled at her capacity to feel our pain. Her paw stayed on my knee for a long time.
"Rejoice with those who rejoice, mourn with those who mourn" (Romans 12:15).
Even the Geese stayed close by.
Only God can give us peace when there shouldn't be any peace at all. His hand was upon us.
"Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted" (Matthew 5:4).
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