Tuesday, July 28, 2009


Sitting with my son while his heart was hurting yesterday evening was a very difficult moment. His pet, hunting companion and friend experienced the end of his life. Bullet was his name. He was a hunting companion of a sort. Being mostly lab, he was trained(but not perfect) to fetch ducks. My son commented yesterday as we sat holding back tears, "Well at least he fetched two of them."

Bullet had been battling that awful disease known as heart worms. It was very difficult for my son to watch his friend go through the manifestations of that inward killer. He loved his friend but did not like watching the effects of the disease upon his friend.

We sat, yesterday evening, not saying a whole lot. Me, fighting back the urge to burst into a full blown cry as my son did the same, all the while as I hurt to watch my son hurt so. I'll miss the dog for sure. But my pain was for my son and his pain. In our discourse, I reminded him that this was one of the effects of sin upon this earth and that what God had made was good. But I also reminded him that anytime we open ourselves up to love, we also open ourselves up to hurt. He agreed.

This makes me long for the day when death will be cast away for eternity. For with the passing of death, much sorrow and pain will pass as well.

Bullet--more than a pet--a friend!


Byroniac said...

Luke, tell your son I'm sorry to hear his dog died. It hurts losing a good pet. My cat died while I was living in Tyler going to seminary. He was 14, which is really old for a cat, but I still hated to see him go. A friend, who did not like my cat, told me, "Satan wanted his kitty back." LOL, but ouch!

Luke said...


Now that was funny. I don't particularly like cats but I don't think I would have said that, especially after it died. Some friend huh?!

Thanks for your kindness. I'll pass it on to him if I can do it without sending us both to the kleenex box.

Byroniac said...

Well, you have to know this friend of mine. He and I were really good friends, and he was trying to get me to laugh by pretending to be mean-spirited. But, he didn't like my cat at all, so I didn't ask if he was really sorry my cat died (I knew he wasn't).

selahV said...

Well...you can tell how long it's been since I've been surfing blogs, huh? So sorry to read this. I know all too well how much it hurts to lose a "friend" like Bullet. So sorry. selahV

Luke said...

Thanks Mrs. V. As with most things, time does heal hurts or at least to the point that the hurt is not as severe as it was.

Glad to see ya back. Wishing ya peace and joy for today.