She Is Missed
After she has been with us for almost ten years, I thought I had reached the phase where it is a matter of getting used to. I figured I was rather quick in accepting and adapting to it, since the hurt and emptiness only last for a moment after the realization that she is gone and I go on with daily life. I may have been wrong in thinking that.
The routine is hardest to break. When I learned this morning that it was going to be cold a couple of nights this coming week, I immediately thought we had to put the heater out for her. Around four in the afternoon, the reminder that it is her feeding time still crosses my mind on several occasions and I have to stop my automatic response of getting up and feeding her.
I used to make fun of our dog's name each time she managed to escape from our yard by stating that Mia stood for 'missing in action'. At present, all I can say is that she is missed, but the knowledge that God gives what is needed when it is needed is the greatest consolation!
2 Corinthians 1:7
And our hope for you is steadfast, because we know that as you are partakers of the sufferings, so also you will partake of the consolation.