Grandpa's ComfortIt was December of 2002 and I was struggling with the death of my dear dog that I had just lost in August. I had Harley since he was eight weeks old and it was terribly difficult for me to lose him to an untreatable tumor at the age of 13. I had grown up with lots of animals. I was especially close with my grandpa, who had trained hunting dogs. When I was a child I accompanied him on many walks in the neighboring farmer's fields with his dogs.
In December, a few months after losing Harley, a friend that was having personal problems asked if we could take care of his 13 year old dog named Majik. He didn't know how long he would need us to keep her, but didn't want to take her to the humane society. He loved her very much and couldn't take care of her properly. Being the animal lover that I am, I couldn't say no. Majik was a very loving dog who needed a lot of attention. She was nervous and under-weight when we got her and my job was to make her comfortable, which I did as well as I knew how.
The months went by and Majik's health started to decline. Then came the question of what was the next step? Was it time for her to move on to be with God? This was a very difficult question for me to answer, having just gone through this with my own dog. The answer came to me in a way that not only made me sure of my decision, but was also very comforting.
My husband had just told me that our daughter, aged 4, had went for a walk in the woods behind our house by herself that day. He had went into a panic not being able to find her for approximately 15 minutes. He finally spotted her in the woods with our new puppy. That night, as I was getting her ready for bed she said to me, "Mom, I miss Grandpa Horton - I love him very much." I said, "Do you mean my Grandpa Horton - your great Grandpa?" She said "yes, I met him in the woods today. He said that he loved me very much and that he loved you very much." I asked her what he looked like and she described him to me. When I asked her what color hair he had she said, "Grandpa doesn't have any hair!". In fact he had been bald since his early twenties! My grandpa had died in 1981, 17 years before Amber was born.
I knew then that the time had come for me to take Majik in and that my grandpa would be there to receive her along with God. It was still very difficult, but I found peace in knowing that it was all going to be okay.