I adored the shelf clock I bought when Crate & Barrel was a relatively new concept of trendy home furnishings back in the early 90’s. As an adult, a homeowner, and a grown-up, it was one of my first “I like this” purchases.
A wooden box enclosed a clock and a silver pendulum.
Later on, the decision to purchase a puppy was another big step in calling myself an adult. It seemed to be the next thing after getting married and settling into a home, “BC,” before children.
Driving to Alachua County to meet my new baby, only 6 weeks old, he was brought home and the raising began.
If you think a puppy is easier than a baby, think again! The sweet days of biting, chewing, toileting, crating, and crying are not anything less than a full-time job, but the outcome of a well-trained dog is true joy.
These furry, four-legged best friends, are here for, what feels like, a second.
One can’t think too far ahead but only to enjoy them in the moment.
Ike was a precious gift, maybe a little spoiled, but he was a loyal and loving companion. He carried my tears on his silky yellow fur, joined me on my new running adventure, and was always there for me – even when I wasn’t there for him.
As we journeyed into his adult life, I prayed God would be gentle with him, no suffering, letting me know when the “time” came to say goodbye.
I’ve never been a part of one’s passing from this life to the next but the day and the few days to follow were beautiful in the midst of my sorrow.
The clock I loved so much suddenly stopped.
When I returned from saying goodbye to my boy, I noticed the time had stood still, right about the hour he left this life.
What happened thereafter was incredible and I wouldn’t have believed it if someone else were telling me this story.
Three days later, a Sunday morning, I woke to find the pendulum swinging again, and outside my door, the plastic green Adirondack chair I often sat on with Ike by my side, had a large heart-shaped water stain.
Was this God’s way of telling me Ike was ok, his spirit lived on?
Psalm 30:5…weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning.
If you are in the midst of sadness and sorrow, grieving the loss of a loved one, or something special to you, may you look up to the heavens, feel God’s loving embrace, see His love and spirit, and know that your joy will come.