Today marks three months since I had to say good-bye to Smokey and I find myself still missing him so much.
In an effort
to keep myself distracted and moving forward, I have thrown myself into my
studies at college. For my first semester, I earned a perfect 4.0 GPA. That GPA
should make me completely ecstatic, but it just barely cracks the sorrow. I
guess that’s because it’s now springtime, what was Smokey’s favorite time of
the year. I would hook him up on his leash & we would take walks so he could
eat all the fresh green grass he wanted, until his heart was content.
I have begun
thinking of all the good times we had together and they bring a smile to my
face, so I guess I’m slowly coming back to life. I know he wouldn’t want me to
grieve forever & I am really trying to let the healing process have a place
in my life. It probably would have been easier if he had passed away as an old
kitty in his sleep, instead of having to make that decision to end his life. I
know that it ended the pain he was in but that knowledge still doesn’t answer
why he had to suffer in the first place. Maybe God decided to let Satan test my
faith, like He did with Job. I have had some rough times since that day but I
stand firm and secure, enveloped in the Lord’s Love. With Him holding my hand
every step of the way, I know the sorrow of losing Smokey will lessen with time
and His patience & understanding will give me the support I need to make it
over the rough patches.
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| His second favorite pasttime...no matter how small,
Smokey would find a way to fit in a box :)
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Until later,
God Bless…
