My story--the story of my little angel Dylan, that is--is not such an unusual one, and it comes in different forms, with different kinds of loved ones.
It so happened more than three years ago that Kim had an unexpected conception--or, rather, a delivery. An unplanned addition to her family. And upon receiving this sweet little bundle of joy, she learned pretty quickly about the myriad health complications that would probably, at least statistically, shorten the life of this precious surprise.
But her little one thrived. The power of love and proper caring really does make an amazing difference in the life of one who would merely be written off as frail, sick, or merely a runt by the onlooker. I imagine that, after an initial period of wondering what she had gotten herself into, Kim settled into parenting her charge, bolstered by every day that her new child showed happiness, comfort and love. Kim did not worry "how long" she had with her sweet baby. She kissed, stroked, loved, played with, protected. And the joy that resulted was an unexpected, and quite significant, blessing--one that lasted three years with virtually no issues.
Over the summer however, Kim's little sweetie took a turn for the worse. She started having heart failure and trouble breathing. Medication helped her to be comfortable for awhile longer, but her sickness ultimately made her suffer, then took its toll. Kim had to say goodbye to her on July 29.
I could tell Kim felt sheepish about being so scared and worried during Twinkles' bouts at the animal hospital, and for being so terribly sad after Twinkles passed. Seeing as how she was a dog and all.
But I can't express strongly enough how much my husband and I hurt for her. I am pretty sure we knew exactly how she felt. It doesn't matter whether it's a child, parent, sibling or pet. When your love carries someone that you love farther in life than they were supposed to go, and you experience such incredible joy along the way, it blesses you beyond your wildest imagination. And the experience refines you with its overwhelming swells of love and pain.
Rest In Peace, Twinkles. Give Dylan a nudge with your cold little nose. I hope he pets your soft fur so you both get to feel wonderful.
