For more than three years, we've battled diabetes. Magellan fought the good fight, but diabetes finally took its ultimate toll.
I knew Magellan was waning. That didn't make it any easier to make the final choice. It wasn't deciding whether to take the final step, but when. And it was agonizing. Over and over, "It shouldn't hurt this much."
After Tom brought Magellan home from his next to last appointment I had to choke down supper. Barely able to talk around the lump in my throat, I realized one more trip to the vet was the only thing to do. It was sensible and humane. In the end, Magellan made the unmistakable decision for us.
It shouldn't hurt this much!
But Magellan is teaching me one last lesson: to focus on depth of devotion instead of my hurting heart. He's helping me to understand more fully that the only way to avoid hurt is to avoid relationships and love (including love for our pets).
Dear Reader, I pray that you are brave enough to risk loving. I pray your affection will return to you many times over. And if, or when, you must say good-bye, the joy of loving will overshadow the hurt of losing.