Somehow, throughout my life, I’ve never lost a pet to death. They’ve either run off or were given away. And while they were losses, I have never felt it quite like this.

I had a wonderful dog. I was there when he took his first breath and held him as he took his last. He was more than a pet; he was my buddy, my confidant, and my constant companion. His name was Jax, and he will always hold a special place in my heart.

Jax was my constant companion, sharing in life's highs and lows. We traveled together, camping under the stars countless times. He was there for me during moments of crippling anxiety, the loss of a parent, divorce, surgeries, tears, and the arrival of a new puppy sister, which was hard to get used to :)

He never left me. He always had a smile and a kiss and was always so happy to see me when I came home. He followed me everywhere.

As Jax's twilight approached, I was filled with a mix of emotions. I was heartbroken to see him in pain, yet I was grateful for the time we had together. His resilience and love taught me so much. He was a true gift, and I will forever cherish the memories we shared.

After Jax's passing, I found myself grappling with questions of faith. I loved him so deeply; would I see him again? Was it wrong to love him so much, Lord? Do our pets find a place in Heaven? These questions remain unanswered, but my love for my buddy goes on.

It is now weeks later. God has been reminding me that he was here first. He has held me in his hands throughout my life, in all my troubles, through all my pain, and through all the changes and beginnings that life has held for me. God is with me, with or without my buddy. He gives comfort more than anyone can.

Thank you, Lord!

Have you ever lost a pet? I would love to hear your story!