I keep listening for Bodey. I knew I would
miss him terribly. What I didn’t know was how much I depended on him. I relied
on him to greet me. I trusted him to protect me. I followed him outside and
benefited from sunshine and fresh air. I sought his approval with eye contact. I
wanted his love.
He was like my shadow. Always there, standing
beside me, keeping the kitchen floor crumb-free – sort of. Circling the coffee
table while watching the news, sleeping under the bed with only his head out, always
watching from the dining room window or the top of the steps, and when he just
couldn’t keep up, finally sprawling on the corner of the rug, watching. Always
watching.
When my son posted on Facebook the news
that Bodey had died, there were 341 “likes” within minutes. He wrote, “Bodey
lived an amazing life of lazy afternoons on the porch, burying bones next to
St. Francis in the garden, and avoiding hardwood floors at all costs,
preferring Persian rugs. He was a
footstool for my mom in the mornings and a source of amusement and laughter for
my dad. We will miss you like crazy, old man.”
Friends write with endearing memories of
Bodey, draw pictures with angel wings, and reflect on their own pets. Cookies
and flowers come to my doorstep. It
seems pets are a universal connection with all of us. And why am I not
surprised? We love to be loved and pets love us unconditionally. No conditions,
no unreasonable expectations, always ready, always happy. Mostly content.
I would like to think I might see Bodey
again one day. His legs strong and his eyes bright again.
In her wonderful book on Heaven, Joni
Eareckson Tada talks about pets .“If God brings our pets back to life, it wouldn’t
surprise me. It would be just like Him. It would be totally in keeping with his
generous character….exorbitant, excessive, extravagant in grace after grace. Of
all the dazzling discoveries and ecstatic pleasures heaven will hold for us, the
potential of seeing Scrappy would be pure whimsey—utterly, joyfully,
surprisingly superfluous…Heaven is going to be a place that will refract and
reflect in as many ways as possible the goodness and joy of our great God, who
delights in lavishing his love on his children. (Holiness in Hidden Places,
133)
And Randy Alcorn, in the 40th
chapter of his book Heaven, writes, “ If we regard pets as God-created
companions entrusted to our care, it is only right that we should experience
grief at their loss. Who made these endearing qualities in animals? God. Who
made us to be touched by them? God…We need not be embarrassed either to grieve
their loss or to want to see them again. If we believe God is their creator,
that he loves us and them, then he intends to restore his creatures…“
If you think about it, animals are
mentioned throughout the Bible. Adam and Eve shared a garden with them and were
given dominion over them. And the serpent even talked. Noah was given charge of
protecting and caring for the animals when God destroyed the earth. The dove
became a messenger to safety. God spoke
with Job about his wonderful giant land and sea creatures behemoth and leviathan
(Job 40-41). And when Jesus was born, the sheep were some of the first witnesses
to God Incarnate. The Bible speaks of
Balaam’s talking donkey and eagles calling with loud voices. Doesn’t Revelation
5:13 say that “every creature” in the universe is said to sing and give praise
to God? I listen to birds sing every day and owls send messages through the
night. And we all are fascinated that dolphins and whales have a sophisticated
communication system. There is order to our world for sure. We can read about it,
read what others say about it, and see it with our very eyes every day.
Revelation 21:5 says, “Behold, I am making
all things new.” I guess that means ALL creatures of our God and King.
Praise Him! Allelujah!
