I had to say goodbye to my sweet Miss Mae Mae yesterday (Good Friday) and I'm wrecked. My heart feels like it weighs one thousand pounds.
Was just thinking about how amazing it would be to see her resurrected this Sunday... Wouldn't that be the coolest gift ever… Well, aside from Jesus dying so we could be saved, that is.
Mae is peacefully resting inside a box downstairs. She’s my third furbaby I’ve had to say goodbye to in one year’s time. My ritual has become the adorning of these burial boxes with a ton of their pictures, which is then placed within a larger plastic bin, along with a letter, properly sealed, and then finally placed in the ground with all our other family furmembers we have lost.
Here’s to hoping that when I come downstairs on Easter Sunday I hear her muffled cries to be let out of that stupid box.
I’ll write more about what happened later. Right now I’m too busy grieving for my girl. Besides, maybe by Sunday I’ll get to write all about the amazing miracle God did for me by bringing her back to me on Easter as a reminder that ANYTHING is possible with Him.
Hey, a crazy cat lady can hope. And I do.