SEPTEMBER fifth was one of the hardest days this year for our family. Tragedy struck and our lives were forever changed. None of us were prepared for what would take place and our core was shaken until it felt like it was all crumbling down.
“…together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ…” (Ephesians 3:18)
You will understand when I tell you that we lost a very dear member of our family. His name was Moose (Dung-tuck in eskimo). He was our spoiled and much loved pug. He lit up our days with his snoring, sneezing, barking and extra flatulence. He made us laugh and this day he made us cry (more like sob uncontrollably). We brought him home when he was just six weeks old. He was tiny to say the least and immediately was accepted by all human and furry DeMaris people. He was joy in a little round dog.
My husband dug a grave for him and all six of us gathered around as we said our last words to our pug before we covered him in earth. We each had something to say and we laid him down with his favorite toys. My heart was breaking, but I kept thinking of my children. We had given animals new homes before, but this was a full loss of life. He would be no more. It was nearly unbearable for me to think of their little hearts in pieces. I tried to comfort them with hugs and kisses on heads, but that just won’t mend the break that was caused.
As we stood over his grave I felt that God was speaking to me to tell them of His love. I told them, “I know that you all are hurting deeply right now. We loved our pug and he knew that we loved him. He died so happy with us. This hurt you feel seems like it will never go away. You guys, this is just an inkling of the love that God feels for you. He gave his only son to die on a cross. Imagine how God must have felt to see his son die when we feel this much pain when our pug died. God loves us so much more than we loved our pug. He loves us so much that he will make more room in our hearts to love again when we are all ready. He cares too much to let us hurt forever. Seeing us bury our pug breaks His heart because we are hurting and he doesn’t want to see his children hurt.”
They all looked at the grave and sobered a bit as if they understood. I didn’t ask them to repeat or tell me that they got it. I just knew. Our sobs turned to complete quietness for the afternoon as we recalled our most precious memories with our Moose. None of us woke up thinking that would be the last day we would ever see our pug alive, but you know what? I honestly believe that I will see that little wrinkled face again. I know he had no soul, but God knows the love we have for our furry friends and if there is a lion and a lamb up there then I think our pug is too and I bet Jesus is getting all kinds of kisses.
Lord, thank you for reminding us that your love is so much greater than we can ever comprehend. And thank you for loving us. We truly do not deserve such grace, but you extend it to us freely anyway. Fill us with your grace and show us how to use it to the fullest potential and glorify you in life. Amen.