Well, it's been nearly 2 weeks since my little buddy went home. To be truthful i was pretty torn up over it, and cried for a couple days. But in all of it what kept me going, was that I knew he was no longer suffering, and it helped me realize that I was kind of being selfish in a way wanting to keep him around longer than he should have been.
As a side note, I think that we do this with pets, but even more so with loved ones. We're so desperately clinging to them in their last moments because we can't bear the pain of letting them go, but when we do finally let them go, its freeing to not be under the bondage of such incredible hurt anymore. By no means does it stop it from hurting, but it looses its ability to completely consume you with feelings of loss or remorse, or grief. but instead, feelings of sadness, but peace knowing that the person at the center of this, is no longer bound by the earthly constraints of pain, & the human body. That realization in itself is freeing. (in my opinion)
As I wrote in my earlier post, I really believe that God was using this experience to prepare me for dealing with loss, I would assume because my maternal grandmother is now 81 and has surpassed the family record for age. I'm not saying that I think she's gonna keel over, but hey, it's life we never know when any of us are going to be called home, but we all have to be ready when we get that call.
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