It was two years ago today that my beloved Lucy crossed that rainbow bridge, taking a little piece of my heart with her. I count that as one of the saddest days of my life.
I realize that it’s probably a little silly to get so worked up over a cat. People I know have suffered much more devastating losses. But she was my constant and faithful companion. She was always a quiet and comforting presence.
Looking back, I’m thankful that God blessed me with such a loving and loyal friend. She could at times be ornery and she was not a fan of belly rubs, but she was the ultimate lap cat and slept on the pillow beside mine just about every night.
I do wish the rainbow bridge had visiting hours. I’d go and thank my Lucy for all her love. I’d tell her that I have a new cat named Peanut who is the recipient of all the love I had for Lucy, not a replacement but a rescue. I think Lucy would appreciate her gotcha story.
Time by itself doesn’t heal anything. Finding a new outlet for the love to flow helps. Also gratitude goes a long way. Above all whatever hurts or sorrows I’ve entrusted into God’s care have been slowly but surely transformed into joy and healing.
I know for sure that if I had the chance, I’d do it all again with Lucy. All 17 years. Even the hard parts. Even that hardest last part. I treasure all my memories that I carry with me in my heart for as long as I live.