A meandering path of pain, loss, love and life
We had to put down our beloved dog, Oscar, five days ago. For those of you who are pet owners, you may understand the difficulty of letting go. Oscar was an integral part of our lives. He would greet my husband and me at the door with a shoe in his mouth and wag his tail in delight that we were home again. No matter where I was in the house, there would Oscar be at my side. Meal times were his favorite where he would patiently wait for small morsels of our food. It was over 11 years of a “love fest”! Since his passing, our home feels so empty and quiet. I have sought solace in the various forests in the area. Hiking amongst the trees, the birds, the rocks and squirrels gives me a measure of comfort.
I have also been surprised by the comfort of strangers. This past Saturday, we were on our way to dinner at a local West Hartford Center restaurant. As we approached the restaurant, a man in his early 30s was walking towards us with a sweet, white and yellow puppy. We commented on how cute his dog was. He proceeded to tell us that his dog was a Great Pyrenees mix rescued from Texas. We shared about how we had just lost our dog two days prior. Without hesitating, this kind man picked up his pooch and offered it to us to snuggle with. I showered this soft-furred dog with kisses and hugs and felt a moment of deep comfort to my inner pain. It was incredibly moving to have this man take the time to be with us in this way. Not only was he generous with offering up his dog but both my husband and I could feel this man’s heartfelt presence. It was a moment I will never forget.
We cannot undo our losses but Saturday’s encounter reminds me that there are many ways love still exists. I chose to be open to the deep waves of grief so that I can also be open to the love that surrounds me. Although Oscar’s love was so readily available each moment of the day, love continues to flow. I want to be open to receive the goodness of it.