Death

One of my cats died last week. It was horrific, finding her unable to move herself, except that she could move her head and body a bit, but not get up and walk or anything. She died within a few hours. It was so emotional for me and our two eldest children. Of course my husband wasn’t around to help bury her, out of town for the first time in eons.

Time heals such horrors. It was hard to sleep with the grief of the death, and with the immense allergies I was also suffering with for over a week at that point in time. By two days later I had sufficient sleep catch-up to look at the even with sadness, but not horror.

Death of a pet is hard. Some people don’t understand how hard it is. It’s as bad as having someone human die, just not as intense for as long maybe. The thing for me that’s tough, is I love my pets as animals, but love them each for their own personalities and quirks. It’s hard to say goodbye, and not have an assurance of ever seeing them again, as we can have with human Christians that die.

In any case, it brings afresh the need to teach the children properly about what death is, and the whole story of Creation and Salvation is brilliantly colorful to retell, with more tears and joy than “normal times” usually afford.