The fur kids here are adjusting after the loss of Ruger and Miss Annie. They moved their normal positions in the house a few times and depended on us and each other for love. The end result is a different life for all of us.
Losing someone dear to our hearts changes us. We don’t get over it, we pick up what pieces are left and reassemble them the best that we can. We adjust. We change. We go on because that is the only viable option.
Anyone who is among the living has hope — even a live dog is better off than a dead lion.
Life is a precious gift from God and must be preserved if at all possible. When God made man, He put in us the will to live. Had He not done that, people would lay down and die for little or no reason at all. We would see no point in continuing. Even with our God-given will to live, we often struggle. We must depend on others’ hope and strength when we cannot find our own.
I have known people who say that God’s strength is all that they need to survive and prosper. Those are people who have never been ground into dust by loss or failure. They have not yet been tested and that time will eventually come for them. It always does and those who wear a mask of strength are usually the ones who fall the hardest and need the most support. There is nothing you can do to help them until they are at their lowest and they are the most difficult to convince that life is worth living. They depend on their strength. Oh, they say the beautiful words that God is their strength but pride in their own faith is still pride and pride precedes destruction.
Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.
We can hope and pray that these people do not fall when we need them the most but the truth is that we should not expect these people to be supportive because they only support themselves. We must adjust because they will not until they have no choice and their adjustment is liable to be destructive. The ones who are the most pious are the ones who collapse first under pressure. When their hope is gone, their only option is a scorched earth reaction. They are the ones most likely to destroy everyone near them and then put a gun in their mouth. They are their own self-fulfilling prophecy.
You know the ones I am talking about. They are the ones who offer pious words of encouragement that have no substance. They say things like “God will grant you strength and mercy in your time of need,” and might even throw in, “We will be praying for you,” but there is never a touch. They cannot offer a touch when a touch is needed. Words are cheap and meaningless when action is needed.
The Duchess, the Budster and even Mumford turned to us in their time of need. We were there for them and they were there for us. We touched. Others reached out and touched us to the extent of their ability even if it was a virtual touch over the Internet. The pious and self-righteous disappeared. We adjusted and we are healing. The missing in action adjusted to preserve their shallow piety and their lack of support was duly noted.