Saying Good-bye to Our “Fur Baby”.

My fur baby, SamsonThey become part of the family so quickly.  They claim our hearts with a wagging tail and a wet kiss that usually smells of dog food and they wait for us to come home and sleep on our laps when we are home.  My “Fur Baby”, Samson was a tiny bundle of energy that was appropriately named.  He feared nothing except our vacuum cleaner.  Then he’d hide in a closet until the infernal contraption was finished it’s loud cleaning job around the house.

Samson was our daughter’s first “baby” and when they moved to seminary housing where pets were not allowed, she begged us to take him for a “couple of years” until they were done seminary and could reclaim him back.  A “couple of years” turned into seven and we became Samson’s adopted parents.  Admittedly, I was the one who was reluctant to give him back, even when they could take him again.  He had become MY fur baby.  Interestingly enough, even though I fed him and loved on him, my husband, who was more aloof towards him became Samson’s favorite.  Charles was pestered by Samson until he got his “treat” in the morning.  Samson waiting patiently for him to come home at night and Samson slept on his lap when Charles was settled in his favorite chair.  Samson went camping with us, loved car rides and playing with his squeaky toys.  He enjoyed running through the house chasing birds that flew past our windows.  It was irritating but it was his way!

On Saturday, while on his rope, only a few feet from our back door, our little Samson was attacked and killed by two massive coyotes.  I am haunted by the horror of the attack and the grief of losing our precious pet so violently.

It was my husband who so tenderly attended to Samson after and tried to comfort me at the same time.  It was my youngest daughter who quietly, calmly went through the house and collected all of Samson’s squeaky toys and put away his little bed.  I was too grief-stricken to do so.  The heartache of loss permeates me to the core.  Coming home and knowing I will not be greeted by his happy face and welcoming tail wag anymore overwhelms me with sadness.

There are some that believe that because animals (pets) do not have souls, they do not experience heaven upon death, but I don’t believe that.  I believe that animals do not need to be “saved”.  They have no need of a “Saviour” because they do not deal with sin and disobedience to God.  Their “god” is their people master (s).  Animals have pure hearts.  They act instinctively, and do what their masters tell them to do.  It is our responsibility to treat them with kindness and discipline them like fragile children.  We are not to be their task masters, nor are we to treat them like our slaves.  They live for our love.

I picture a heaven where we will be reunited with those we love and for me that includes my beloved pets.  I base that on a couple verses of scripture:  Luke 3:6 “And all flesh shall see the salvation of God.” ESV  and Isaiah 11:6  “The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the young goat, and the calf and the lion and the fattened calf together; and a little child shall lead them.” ESV

My arms ache to hold my fur baby, Samson again, and other pets who I have had to let go of during my life time, and I am comforted in the belief that I will be reunited with them in heaven.

For now, I will go home to a very quiet and very lonely house and with a longing and aching heart miss my Samson.




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5 Responses to Saying Good-bye to Our “Fur Baby”.

  1. Felicity Ntombikayise Radebe says:

    My heartfelt condolences, my friend. God’s comfort surpasses all.

    I’m reminded of the day when we came back from church one Sunday to find Simba, our bulldog, laying on his side, with his tongue hanging from his mouth and death written on his face. He was poisoned, cause there was a saucer with something brownish – whose saucer? We dont know who did it but my dad was hurt. We all helped in digging a grave and burrying him. Thereafter my dad took a cold bath – it was the longest bath he had – weve never seen him so devastated. Simba’s passing left a void in our hearts. I am sure we will meet our “friends” in heaven. God bless.

  2. Lynn, I have absolutely no doubt you will see your furry friend in heaven. God can do anything. He gives us what we need here, and the Bible says what is bound here is bound in heaven. Those things that help us to love, to feel, to give, to believe, that draw us nearer to God, are gifts. Every gift God gifts us here wil be even more so in heaven. Dog is God spelled backyards. Perhaps the animals here are like a glimpse of God — dogs love unconditionally. They are examples of unconditional love in a world where that is rare.

    I am so sorry about your loss. May God comfort you as only He can. We don’t grieve as those who have no hope. Our hope is in Jesus — and He doesn’t withhold blessings. I’m sure your dog will see you again in heaven.

  3. Lynn Mosher says:

    Oh, Lynn, I am in tears. I am so-so sorry for your loss. Such a tragedy. Praying for you all.

  4. Sahar says:

    I’m so sorry for your loss. Whatever one believes, about animals having souls, spirits, or nothing, doesn’t change the fact that his loss is extremely painful for you. I really hope that having Samson in your life will continue to bring you joy through wonderful memories.

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