This blog is about a family of two loving parents, two sister schnauzers, a persian, and a very loved young man who faces severe autism daily, sometimes better than others. We will relive the lows, laughs, and joys of our "normal" life. Always under the hand of God.

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And All Creation Will Praise Him



Wilson and Polly, dogs and cats, living together.

This week I got to learn a little bit about the bonds we have with our pets and about what one goes through during the grieving process. We had to put our cat Wilson to sleep. It’s tough to understand the attachment you can have with an animal: a dog, a cat, a bunny, a horse. And some people don’t see it and that’s okay. To some, a dog is a dog. But to me, each dog is different and, when you get to know them you realize you can know and connect with them, it’s special.

Wilson was one of those cats with a large dose of looks and personality. When you first saw him you would notice his big head and eyes. He was beautiful. But he was also very social and preferred to sit out here with us.

I like to talk to animals. Is it me projecting my thoughts on them? Probably. But it’s still neat and a good way to get your thoughts out. Wilson had a way of looking at you and sticking just the tip of his little tongue out that made you think he understood and connected with you.

Wilson wanting to talk.

Wilson wanting to talk.


Tuesday, after losing Wilson, I waited for my wife and our dogs to go to sleep (They sleep with us.) and snuck out onto the porch for a few minutes. I needed time to grieve and let the tears out. I heard one bark at our door, then another. Polly, our gray miniature schnauzer had followed me and when I let her on the porch, she just sat beside me like she knew I needed some space. A little later, the door opened and out came her little sister who jumped in my lap to be petted. So much for sneaking out.

Am I animal crazy? I get and appreciate the relationships we can have with them.

Or am I just crazy? It has hurt to lose Wilson. But I’ve enjoyed him and our two dogs more than I can ever say. I think our animals are a gift from God and the relationships we have with them can help us know Him. After all He made them and He gives them to us and gave us Authority over them.  He also knows what we are going through and that our pets can help by being a source of unmerited love for us.

And if we choose to think of them as just dumb animals, that will cause us to lose so much, to be a little less. I prefer to look for the Jesus in them (God made them after all and they are also looking for His return {all creation}) and talk to them about Him. All creation will worship Him. Including Wilson’s little meow.

When we first got Wilson he was shaved. I said whoever did that to him should be shot.

Wilson shaved


I’ve also learned some things about grieving. One, I can’t cry worth a flip. My face just scrooches up, my eyes close and water, and then I can’t breathe. You can’t do that for long. I can see how grief can kill someone with a weak heart.

Also, you can’t control it. It goes away then it comes back when you don’t expect it. I had learned that lesson before but forgot it.

If grieving is a part of love, it stinks, but love is so worth it. My cat and I had a great time. It was fun to search for him when he was able to get around. And to look down at his face when he sat on my chest. But not the tuna breath.

Third, as a writer, I have to leave myself open to feeling life so I can let my characters feel. Life can hurt, but also what joys and excitements it can give. God plans and controls all of this. He knows and loves each of us and it’s fun to discover Him a little more each day.

Even when it comes in a Wilson. Psalms 148.