Jesus is so incredibly kind. He reveals that side of Himself to me over and over again. Mia and I had gone to bed. I awoke at 1:55 and felt like I was supposed to check on Raindrop, as she had not been doing well all day long. When I found her, it was obvious that she had very little time left. I decided at that moment that I would hold her until she died. I really think no one, not even a little animal, should have to die alone. I spoke quietly to her, prayed for her, stroked her little face. Then I woke Mia, knowing that she would be devastated if she did not get to say good bye. We laid in the bed, loving on Raindrop, crying and praying for her. When I brought Raindrop back into our little den, the rain started to pour down from the sky. I told Mia that I believed that God was weeping with her, because He knew how brokenhearted she was feeling. He has that kind of heart, you know...He really does. Raindrop breathed her last breath while we held her.
This morning, I will bury this little creature. I am sure it will be a tough time for my baby. She's never done this before. Yet, I am certain that when we get back from our trip to the mid-west, we will get a new little friend. Somehow, in the end, the beauty and joy that these little pets bring to our lives makes the pain of their death worth it.
