How do you mend a broken heart? Time. It is the only way. I have a broken heart. Yesterday my sister's old 12 year old boxer dog died. He may have been hers but we live on the same farm only a little ways apart and I think he was my dog too. He came by my house every morning and stood looking in my front door and waited for his "cookie" dog treat. Sometimes I didn't see him at first, but my dogs always let me know he had arrived. I loved him. We all did. There is a whole farm neighborhood here that is hurting.
But there is no way around it. Our pets will never live as long as we do. We can only enjoy them for awhile. They bring SO much joy and love into our lives everyday and then they are gone. But I would not trade one day of knowing them because their love is so unconditional. They love us no matter what. I think Jesus made our dogs that way on purpose. He knew that's what we needed from them. A companion who loved us always and no matter what.
Thank you Jesus for the pleasure of knowing such a sweet gentle old dog. It was a blessing.