That's a lot of days, almost 16 year...almost! It's 61% of my life! All my teen years and over half of my twenties!
That's how long my puppy lived and what a blessing she was to me!
She was what the Lord has greatly used to provide me physical comfort in life's ups and downs. I have distinct memories of being sad (who even knows why anymore) late at night and crawling up besides her on the cold tile floor just to cuddle with her, feel her heart beating and (usually) cry. There was always something soothing about crying into that fur.
Yesterday as I cuddled up to her knowing it would be for the very last time I tried to take it all in...her furry body, her scent, her old heart beating, the way that her soft forehead fur felt on my face, the way that even if just for a moment anything was okay. She has never minded any of my tears and has soothe me to a depth that few words could reach, yesterday was no different.
I don't doubt that the Lord has other provisions in the works to provide me comfort, I am just happy that for these years it was Shadow. I am also happy that in some ways she was just a shadow of Christ, the Great Comforter. I rest on that tonight.
