Lord, this hurts, and I guess it’s only going to get worse. I have to put my tiny dog down today. After 12 years of faithful and loyal companionship, all I can give him is a peaceful end. But you could have done that, Lord! I still don’t know I’m making the best decision. Yet I do know, when I see how weak and weary his little body is getting, despite the unexpected little times of energy and happiness he still gets, out of nowhere. He still gets playful, still follows me around sometimes. Although he spends most of his time laying down, coughing or sleeping. Father, please help me through this time. Be near to me, and don’t let me run away from YOU! Don’t allow me to take any of my sorrow out on anyone like my husband or even my own self. Just let me write, and make art, and cry. And let me cling to you. I trust you to get me through this, Father.
Psalm 147:1-9 ERV
Praise the LORD because he is good. Sing praises to our God. It is good and pleasant to praise him.
The LORD rebuilds Jerusalem. He brings back the Israelites who were taken as prisoners.
He heals their broken hearts and bandages their wounds.
He counts the stars and knows each of them by name.
Our Lord is great and powerful. There is no limit to what he knows.
The LORD supports the humble, but he shames the wicked.
Give thanks to the LORD. Praise our God with harps.
He fills the sky with clouds. He sends rain to the earth. He makes the grass grow on the mountains.
He gives food to the animals. He feeds the young birds that cry out.
Lord, please heal my heart in the coming days and weeks. Help me to allow myself to grieve, and not blame myself for my companion’s death. Help me to choose you and not some stupid substance to get me through this. Grow me, Lord. Help me to be as faithful to you as my tiny dog was faithful to me. Thank you for his example, Lord.