This morning the missing lingered in the air like the moist October dew. As the sun was peeking through the trees, I could see the glistening of wet droplets hanging from the pine needles and draping on each blade of grass. They appeared to be like tiny teardrops as if everything around me were saying, “we miss you old friend”. Clara had been a part of this landscape for a very long time and now without her joining in on the routine morning walks, it seemed kind of like a missing shadow that should be there.
Clara was about fifteen years old and was having a very difficult time getting around, especially with the degenerative bone disease that had embedded in her hind legs. Although she seldom showed it, you knew she was in pain. The pain meds helped for a while but now she needed help just to get up in the mornings. It was time. And with this God-like ability, we decided that yesterday was the day to end this precious life and save her from the suffering.
I know that just like we have a heaven, there is a special place for these babies too. But still it is hard to let them go. I wonder if this is how God feels when he decides it’s time for someone to go. Whenever it rains, I think that maybe the pain is so great that he cries for them. If that is so, then maybe these wet glistening droplets beaming in the morning’s sun is his way of showing us he’s sad too for our loss.
Thank you God, for this morning’s October dew.
