Whenever I’ve thought about my dog dying in the past, it’s felt like I was going to die. He was one of my best friends for almost eleven years and there through so much of my struggles. Also, I don’t deal well with loss. I have worked myself up into anxiety attacks wondering when he was going to die – long before he was sick. Now he’s gone, and I’m OK.
I was really really sad at first, obviously. I was with him while he passed away which was both wonderful and horribly difficult. I thought that I would be paralyzed with grief, and asked everyone I knew who prayed to pray for me. They did. And I’m OK. I’m remembering him with joy and love – I miss him, but it’s not overwhelming. It feels like God has given me a cushion – like I was starting to fall and he took the rocks away and placed something soft in my path. I have a huge fear of falling – literally and figuratively – and I thought this was going to be one of those falling into a pit times. I thought the bottom would fall out of my life and I’d go back into despair. If anything, the bottom got higher. I’m doing better than I have, EVER. Literally EVER in my life.
I have absolutely no explanation for it other than people praying for me and God rescuing me. To me, it feels every bit as miraculous as if God swooped down to catch me as I was falling off a cliff. My companion of 10+ years who I loved so much and loved me is gone. I’m single. I’m cold because it’s winter, and I don’t do well with cold, dark, and impending holidays. And yet, I’m not just “OK for me.” I’m actually feeling totally emotionally stable. This has never happened and part of me feels like taking out a full page ad in the newspaper because it’s so incredible.
There’s probably something in the Psalms that describes this feeling.