Last evening, my son in law (Jason) lost his first love, Misty. Misty was a Sheltie of the first water. She had no enemies, except a few squirrels she enjoyed chasing in years past. Jason received her as a gift for his graduation from high school. Misty knew only one true love and that was our J. She was however, the most patient and loving creature. Intelligent, playful, and oh so snuggable. I loved Misty. She was my first grand.
The past year has seen her showing her age, up until the past few weeks when she really was in her final days. Now don't go thinking, why didn't they get her to a vet. When the cost of a vet is higher than a medical doctor, and a pet is at the age Misty was, it didn't make sense. So Sarah and J. kept a close eye on her, kept her as comfy as they could, knowing that the inevitable was closing in. Last evening they came home and with much tears and sorrow, laid her to rest. I had a hard time going to sleep, all I could see was her beautiful face and wagging tail. I prayed for my dear son Jason. And my daughter. I will miss Misty for all the goodness she represented in their house. Her waggy welcome, her sidling up unobtrusively for a gentle stroke first on her head, quickly rolling over for her belly rub. She was a queen mother to the other four footed gang in that house. She kept them in line and taught them the ropes.
I believe that Misty is back in rare form, roaming heaven, playing ball, getting lots of love. I realize that some do not believe that animals will be in heaven. But I do. God has given these precious ones into our care for many reasons. Protection, affection, company, healing, and I believe that if Jesus Christ is returning on a white horse, then where would that horse come from?
Enjoy your new freedom of agelessness, Misty. We will miss you here on earth but know that you will never be forgotten.