Wednesday, May 29, 2013

A Time to Mourn

      Yesterday was Good News Day.  Remember when I blogged about my friends Becky and Bob, and the big baby shower for their horse Page?  (See Here)  Becky and Bob lost their dear horse Image not long ago, so they had such great anticipation of the New Arrival.  We all looked forward to the new baby's birth.  So yesterday I got a text from Becky at 6:21 a.m., "We have a baby!"  The little colt, unlike his dappled white Percheron mother Page, was black as coal.  They named him Inkling.  Happy Day!  I wanted to go take photos, but later in the day Becky told me to hold off, as Inkling was having intestinal problems and was being taken to the vet an hour or so away for I.V.'s with his newly protective Mommy.  But she did text me this quick iPhone shot of Inkling and Page:
       Then this his morning I a weird thing happened.  I was downstairs taking Ebay photos when I heard a familiar sounding voice on the radio.  A woman was being interviewed about something on a Christian radio station, and her voice sounded just like someone I knew years ago.  Her name was Cathy, and she had the sweetest North Carolina accent.  I had known her for years ever since she moved in next door to my home where I lived at the time.  She was undoubtedly the kindest and sweetest person on Planet Earth, bar none.  Her husband was very successful and they moved often.  When they lived in Germany I went there for a visit, which made many lifelong happy memories for me.  But in the past 15 years she had moved a couple of times, I had gone through a major life change and moved a couple of times, and we had lost track of each other.  I had tried to locate her by searching online several times whenever she came to mind, but weirdly enough I could never locate her. 
       So when I heard that voice that sounded so much like hers this morning I sat down and Googled her name on my iPad.  She had a common name, so I had to scroll down a ways, but then there it was... in an obituary.  With her photo.  It was really her.  Gone.  She died exactly one week ago today.  So I sat and cried.  I cried for all the years that I missed her and couldn't find her.  I cried that she was my same age, and it just wasn't right that she was gone.  I cried because life has been so damned sad in so many ways recently, and in spite of thinking that since everything is good now and I thought I would never cry again, here I was, crying again for the loss of someone I actually lost years ago.  I just needed to cry about it, so I did. 
      So then later in the day I got a call from Becky.  Baby Inkling was not doing well, even after surgery for a blocked intestine.  He had some rare condition in which his intestines did not develop properly.  They were going to have to put him down, since he was suffering and wasn't going to get better.  I couldn't believe it.  After all this waiting and rejoicing for this precious new life?  How could it be possible that this would happen to two such darling people as Becky and Bob?  Their animals are their only children, and they adore each and every one and create such loving homes for them! 
      Later I got the text.  "Baby now in heaven, running with Image in lush pastures."  I am so sad for them all.  For Becky and Bob.  For Page.  For this whole freaking fallen world. 
      But I do have a certain Hope.  I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that all of my dear friends and family who have trusted in Jesus Christ will be together in great joy in the blink of an eye once we, too, pass on.  No doubt whatsoever. 
      And I also have no doubt at all that all of our beloved pets will be there, too, to greet us when we cross over.  Our dogs, our cats, our whatevers.  And I am sure horses go to heaven, too.  I read it in Revelations, Chapter 19...
      "And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness He doth judge and make war.  His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on His head were many crowns, and He had a name written, that no man knew, but He Himself.  And He was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood; and His name is called "The Word of God."  And the armies which were in heaven followed Him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean. And out of His mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it He should smite the nations; and He shall rule them with a rod of iron; and He treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God.  And He hath on His vesture and on His thigh a name written, KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS."
       And also in Revelations we read...
      "And God shall wipe away all ears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things are passed away."
       In Ecclesiastes 3 we are told....
          "To every thing there is a season,
 and a time to every purpose under heaven:
         A time to be born, and a time to die...
         A time to weep, and a time to dance... 
        A time to mourn, and a time to laugh..."
      Today was a day to mourn.  Tomorrow I will think some more about our sure Hope, and I will laugh and dance, and look forward to seeing them all again "When I Get Where I'm Going."  I hope to see you there, too, my Friend. 





  1. The best way for us to honor those we love is to never forget them no matter how many legs they may have had.

  2. I have an Inkling there is a sweet little black colt running in the fields by the "Rainbow Bridge" with other animals waiting for their loved ones. I am so sorry for Becky and Bob and the loss they are feeling. And "mama" horse with no little one to nudge and nurse. Do horses nurse other little ones that perhaps lost their mother? Long Meadow farm here is St. Louis, a part of the Missouri Humane Society for larger animals, might be able to give advice.

    1. Yes, poor Page is doubtlessly grieving the most.