“At your right hand there are pleasures forevermore.” Psalm 16:11b

Father,

I miss my right-hand friend. My darling and beloved companion’s absence is sorely felt in my soul. Would you hold me now? Part of me wonders if I’m making more of this than is reasonable? Then I remember my Creator. You took such care and thought creating animals that have worked their way into our hearts – beings with hearts of their own, with knowing eyes, compassion, and seemingly undying support for their humans. Thank you. I have asked you to hold me, and I feel you now. I’m saturating your holy shoulder with tears of grief. I feel your gentle embrace and your word rings true: You comfort those who mourn. I don’t know for certain what eternity holds when it comes to my sweet pet, but I take comfort from your Word:

Then I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and on the sea, and all that is in them, saying, “To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be praise and honor and glory and power, for ever and ever!” (Revelation 5:13)

Perhaps one day when I’m shouting your praise around the throne, I will find there, joining in the throng, my beloved companion. In the meantime, I receive your comfort. And you shall receive my thanks and praise (albeit with tears) for a joyful sojourn with a gift from Your hand.

Amen.