She was no bigger than a sprite. Audrey Hepburn, or more commonly called little black kitty, weighed about 5 pounds but she was everything a cat loving family would desire in a pet. Gentle. Affectionate. Playful. Rodent Hunter.
We lost her this past week unexpectedly and traumatically. We catch ourselves looking for her in her usual places. One of the amazing things about pets is how we can become so attached to them, isn’t it?
She was 6 months old and a young mom of four babies, when she adopted us as her family. She was almost 10 years old when we said goodbye.
I think the reason that we view pets as family members and grieve the way we do when they’re gone is love. No big mystery— only love and we loved this cat.
And she loved us.
“How many are your works, O LORD! In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures.” Psalm 104:24 NIV Bible
She was my constant companion for almost fifteen years. She nuzzled her way into my cat-lovin’ heart. And as all good sheepdogs do; she herded, guarded and watched over me (and everything else) faithfully every day.
Meg was gentle and never met a stranger in human or animal form.
Opie and Meg Easter 2013
My son and Meg: 2007
My daughter and Meg: 2002
In the early days, she caught Frisbees and tennis balls for hours always wearing me out first. And she invented a game of rolling the tennis ball with her nose to the exact spot of the pool where the jet was located; she would then, push the ball into the pool at that location and the jet would carry the ball out to someone to throw it for her. Meg had us trained!
The craziest thing Meg ever did was eat a sweet gum ball as a puppy which lodged in her esophagus. Whatever possessed her to eat such a prickly thing, no one knows?! Meg also had a passion for popcorn.
As she aged, breathing became labored which I talked about in the fall, here.
We thought it was her heart but Meg had a mass in her right lung and arthritis in her hips. Living became hard and painful for her.
We had a good last day together filled with sunshine. I imagine her now busy herding all the sheep of God’s pasture.
“A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.”
Proverbs 18:24 NIV Bible
Tears and Rain
This week has been a wash for me, literally. We’ve had non-stop rain, in fact, another 5.5 inches for a total of 11 inches so far and the rain keeps coming down. The weather man said the rain might possibly turn to snow in the morning.
I attended the funeral of a friend of 37+ years this week. He had a love for life, a big bear hug and the light of Christ shone through him. He chaperoned my youth trips back in the day. He had been quite sick for some time but the loss is still felt. I rejoice for him but grieve for his family and myself.
The pastor reminded his sons during the service that their father always asked them two questions when they went out, “Where are you going?” and “Who are you with?”. He said they could know the answer to those two questions with certainty about their father. He was in heaven and with Jesus.
The tears coursed down my cheeks like the rain down the windowpanes. The dreariness of the day only mirrored the sadness in my heart. Tears and rain have much in common. We use the same descriptive phrases for each — i.e. poured down, buckets, trickle– They wash away but also allow things to grow; things implanted into the soil or the heart. I intend to allow the memories and the tears to only plant goodness and joy as I celebrate his life and pass the example on.
I sat down at the computer to post about my book list for 2013 but the post evolved and became this memorial as I kept typing. My sadness, obviously, is still spilling over. Thank you for allowing me the space to share my heart.
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms;
if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you.”
John 14:1,2 NIV Bible