Is there greater pain than the loss of one dear? If there is, thank the Maker I have not found it. As they pass, I am sick to my stomach as I remember that their lifeless eyes will not see my face again. It feels as if a piece of my heart is buried as the dirt is cast over their grave. It seems as if I have fallen into some distant, strange reality where nothing is right: something always seems to be missing. I cling desperately to memories, hoping they will not fade away. As the days go by, I would think that the emptiness they have left behind would get easier, but no--my longing for their presence only grows deeper and more painful.
My only comfort is the thought that they now roam heaven's golden-paved streets: that they run freely through the rolling green pastures behind those pearly gates is my only solace. They are painless, not bound by the vices of this world any longer. God has become their caretaker, so how can I be anxious? Where they are, the skies never cease to be blue, the rivers run clear as glass, and the vibrant flowers never wither. Strife is a distant memory, and where can sorrow be found? It is always springtime, and the colors of the trees never grow dull.
One day I shall join them, and my heart, too, shall be lifted from this world of darkness. There we shall take long walks through heaven's colorful forests without care or worry, and it shall be as if we were never apart.
In memory of my dog & best friend for 11 years, Casey
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