~ Sadie Beau Hunkous, my final heartbeat ~
If trouble comes in three’s, the farm and I should be safe for a while. A very long while, please God.
Today it was Sadie Beau Hunkous taking the rest of my battered and shattered heart. If you’re one of those people who don’t understand how animals are part of the family, then I reckon you might just not have a heart to batter and shatter. I’m not sure I have a heart any longer; in November it was Sam P. Spade, Secret Agent Angel, in January it was Hattie Cat and the black month of February has taken Sadie. For the first time in twenty-five years I am without a dog and am weak with grief . Please God, I need a respite for even with Your great strength, I find it nigh impossible and have barricaded myself behind a locked gate and door until I’m able to cope again. It’s not just the death of the animals, it’s the death of the dream from the days of Dave. P’raps God has a new dream, a new vision and time will tell. This week, there are things I’m committed to and will do my duty but no more than my duty. I am not able.
Leave me to my grief.
I well know the pain of losing a beloved pet. A big, strong hug.
Amalia
xo
Ah shoot! I hate this!###!!###!!!!
The last one that broke me was burying her out in the pouring rain in the middle of the night falling all over myself in the mud because my adult boy could not bring himself to do it. Then having to dig her up three days later because my dil insisted she needed a better container. He couldn’t bring himself to do that either though he made the box. Then bury her again, all alone just me and God there. I am still weepibg over this. Lord love your heart.
Wordless love x
Ohhhh, so sorry………I know that grief…..it hurts so bad…..I have no advice, just sending g love and a hug♡
Dearest Sandra, I am so very sorry that you’re having to go through this third loss in so short a time. I do have a heart that’s been shattered so I know how empty and lonely the house and your life must seem now. It’s like everything has left. Not much helps, not really, not even knowing that the Father hurts for you. And it just goes on and on, every day. The hurt hitting you again within seconds of waking up every morning. Even so called comforting things hurt. I wish so much that I could help but it’s really a road you walk alone. And we wouldn’t choose to be the kind of person who didn’t feel otherwise, our pain somehow a tribute and thank you to the one we loved so much and loved us back.
Thinking of you, praying for you,
Dewena
So sorry for the loss of so many important pet members of your family! It seems that living on a farm full of animals just sets us up for more heartache than most experience where pets are concerned. I send hugs and prayers as you grieve.
oh no…
i know the deep grief of losing a precious fur baby.
and multiples of fur babies. holding you close at heart,
praying, thinking of you so much.
bless you dearly as you navigate this difficult path.
you are loved.
Oh, Sandra…. There is nothing I can say. I am so sad with you.
I’m so sorry. I know your pain.
The Power of the Dog
THERE is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find – it’s your own affair, –
But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!),
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone – wherever it goes – for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear!
We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent,
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve;
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long –
So why in – Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
Oh no, my dear friend! I understand…. And share your grief. If I were there I would hug you and cry with you.
When you are ready, and if you desire, I have connections to a small Ridgeback Rescue. Roy’s gift is matching a dog up with the right human.
Oh my heart goes out to you! Prayers for you, for comfort, healing, and strength.
Life without a dog is an empty shell. I do hope God will bring a new angel/companion/BFF into your life soon; He knows how many there are longing for someone to love them and give them purpose. I “will do my duty but no more than my duty:” how often I have trudged through this stage in life! That God made me ‘duty-driven’ has probably saved my life many times. Wrapping you in big hugs with plenty of hankies, dear Sandra.
Praying right now that you will know God’s comfort in your overwhelming grief…
I am so very sorry Sandra. My prayers are with you. Love and hugs ❤🙏❤
Gone From My Sight
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, “There, she is gone.”
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me — not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, “There, she is gone,”
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”
Henry Van Dyke
I know firsthand the loss of a beloved pet. My heart breaks for you. I will keep you in my prayers.
No words are appropriate; just prayers for your comfort.
Love,
Pat
((((((Sandra)))))) Love, hugs & prayers for you, FlowerLady
Bless your heart…Peace be with you…