When we adopted you into our life our pet canvas was blank. With every lick of your tongue a portion of the canvas was cleared revealing part of a picture underneath. At first I thought it was strange. Instead of painting new memories you seemed to be unveiling a picture already there. But what was it of? I would understand later. As each wonderful year passed, our love for one another grew deeper. Every time we’d play, or go for a walk, or cuddle, more of the picture would be revealed.
When you grew old I started to see a pair of hands on the canvas. I assumed it was our hands petting you but I couldn’t make out the rest of it because it was still fuzzy. We knew you were nearing the end and we loved you all the more. We prayed that God would take you in your sleep so we wouldn’t have to make that awful decision. But He didn’t and I was angry. I asked Him why would He put us in this situation? A soft voice answered, “If you truly love your pet it will all become clear”.
When you became too weak and frail to finish the picture I knew it was time to put you to sleep. With all of the courage that God could give me I took you to the veterinarian. As I held you when you passed away my heart broke and rivers of tears streamed down my face. Then I heard His voice, “Look at the picture now”. I did and it was crystal clear. He then said, “A pet canvas can only be completed with tears of compassion”.
The picture wasn’t of our hands petting you, they were God’s hands holding all of us.
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