losing our loved ones

robbie picture

I’ve always been a believer in “The show must go on,”; but there are times when it can’t go on, and this is one of them.

Robbie’s condition was hopeless, and getting worse. I’d rather not go into details. We’d tried everything, held back nothing that promised any hope. But this morning there was no hope left at all.

Eighteen years we had her–a prodigious age for a cat. Most of my family has died. The few who are left live very far away. Our pets have always been a very important part of our lives. More so now than ever. You discover how much your soul has in common with your pet’s.

And that’s about as far as I can go, just now.

Our friend SlimJim’s blog, The Domain for Truth, exhorts us today, “This Sunday at church, pray for those who lost someone in their family this year.”

This Sunday at Church: Pray for those who lost someone in their family this year

I thank God no one in my family has been taken away this year so far… maybe because there are so few of us left. But 2018 was a bad year: Aunt Joan, Patty’s brother Ray, and a couple of our long-time friends. As John Donne observed, the bell always tolls.

We don’t go to despair–or at least shouldn’t go–like the heathen who have no hope. We are promised eternal life. In the fullness of Christ’s Kingdom, all that was lost shall be restored.

It’s still hard to carry on without our loved ones, though.

Hebrews 11:1 — Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

And it’s what we need.