I was starting to think our dog Jacks was immortal. At 18 years old, she was remarkably healthy, other than being mostly deaf and a little bit blind. A lot of the time she was slower than she used to be, but other times she’d still frisk around the house like she was a decade young.
Friday night around midnight, she started to have seizures, and we knew it was time.
Sometimes I think it’s harder to lose a pet than a person. All the humans I’ve “lost” are not really lost at all. I know absolutely where they are, and I know they are experiencing more happiness and joy than I can even imagine. I know we’ll be together again – and not in some wispy, white-wearing, harp-playing boring heaven. The place we’ll be going to is everything you love, everything you’re always wanted, everything that is good and wonderful and exciting and brilliant times infinity! I get the tingles and goosebumps just thinking about it.
But I don’t have that certainty of what happens when an animal dies. I lean towards believing that, since they are part of Creation, and since all of Creation is going to be made new, that all animals will be given a new life as well. I hope so. It seems to fit what I understand of God.
For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the anxious longing of the creation waits eagerly for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it, in hopethat the creation itself also will be set free from its slavery to corruption into the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation groans and suffers the pains of childbirth together until now. And not only this, but also we ourselves, having the first fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our body. Romans 8:18-23