The End of an Era

I've not had the heart to talk about the declining health of our 16-year-old golden mix. She's been such a blessing to us--the best dog ever! We got her from a colleague of Michael's at Boeing the summer right before we started RCIA--the Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults--and as the migraines worsened, she gave me the strength to take her on daily walks, no matter what. She kept me moving even when I thought it impossible. The kids named her Sunny. So many memories...come take a walk with me.

Sunny as a puppy, falling asleep after running about, learning to sit on command, waiting for a treat. 

How quickly she grew. Nearly full-grown at six months, enjoying her first snow. She loved going on walks with us, camping too! I still remember how worried we got when she wouldn't come back out of one of the glacial lakes...

Although our two older cats didn't like her much, they taught her boundaries, and toward the end of their lives, were often found relaxing with her. When we got a pair of kittens, they loved cuddling with her. We did too. She taught us all to be patient and to live in the moment. What a trouper she was, all of us, moving across the country to SC. 

We had such fun with her. She was up for anything, even ridiculous cat ears. 

Sunny was a cover girl in the local newspaper. This is what they said, "This photo is beautifully framed and captures the sun, the beach, and the dog in just the right perspective. This earned our top honorable mention vote and was the unanimous choice for the cover." The judges also said, "Although there is not a lot of action in this photo, all the judges agreed that Sunny was guarding the beach and ready to jump into action ... awesome photo!" Max took many more gorgeous pictures. 

She loved the beach. And oddly, even though she was mostly a retriever, she didn't retrieve balls or sticks after more than a couple of times. But she loved it best when we were all together. Her pack! Then came the kittens and she befriended them. And look how patient she is--taking the edge of her dog bed, while the little cat takes up half the bed! But as Sunny became old, she'd simply nose them off her bed and make herself comfortable. 

It was so great to be able to take her everywhere with us and accompanied us on Rosary walks, Stations of the Cross. 

She got to experience snow again! Sunny, like most dogs, was completely food-oriented and in our foodie-family, she had lots of treats. I love how focused she is on the meat. Now that's adoration! In 2020, during Covid-related lockdowns, we started buying our meat and eggs from a local farmer. And she ate all the bones from the bone broth I'd make. She was already showing some hip problems but within a year she improved. Of course, one cannot counter old age indefinitely--she was already well past the age most goldens live. 

This was one of our last good long walks with all of us together. And the next few photos were taken of her last days. She'd lost her appetite even for the yummy bones.  

  

All life ends but it was especially hard because Sunny deteriorated so slowly. She's had a tumor on her snout that I thought was a tick at first and nearly got my hand bitten when I tried to pull it off. Oy. The past couple of years, she'd knock off the tumor when it got too big. It'd bleed and grow back. She developed a second, different type of tumor on her neck this year. Our walks became shorter. For the past three months she was on daily painkillers and for the past couple of months, my husband had to carry her up the stairs. He was happy to do it, but how I feared that one day they'd both fall and break a leg. But now there's peace in her passing. Still, she leaves a big hole in our hearts. Goodbye Sunny St. Helen. May we meet again in heaven! 

When my first cat died, I took great comfort in listening to Fr. Mike Schmidt's explanation here: https://youtu.be/KDI0vn83Y-g But I especially love this CHURCH SIGNS DEBATE WHETHER DOGS GO TO HEAVEN | TheDogPress Enjoy! 

Feast of the Sacred Heart--Oh, Console Him!

Agony in the Garden, Frans Schwarz, 1888

Today is the Solemnity of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Devotion to the Sacred Heart began with St. Gertrude, popularized by St. Margaret Mary, and finalized in the Divine Mercy. But its origin is really when the Apostle John rested his head on His Heart at the Last Supper. This history is written beautifully in Bulman's Sacred Fire, which I reviewed here.

What always struck me was our Lord revealing his sorrow to St. Margaret Mary: "Behold the Heart which has so loved men that it has spared nothing, even to exhausting and consuming Itself, in order to testify Its love; and in return, I receive from the greater part only ingratitude, by their irreverence and sacrilege, and by the coldness and contempt they have for Me in this Sacrament of Love." It made me want to console Him like the angel did in the Garden of Gethsemane. 

I used to think that that Jesus's Agony in the Garden was due to my sins. And yes, indeed, I have scourged Him, crowned Him with thorns, nailed Him to the Cross. He suffered and died for me out of love for me. But all I gave Him was my indifference. I am eternally grateful that He never stopped chasing me, loving me, drawing me close, even though I was in the pit of sin. I can no longer call my life my own, but His. And how sweet it is to belong to Jesus. Jesus, my Love! So one day, during Adoration it came to me that His Agony is over the lost souls. It is true, God creates us without our permission but He will not save us without our acceptance of His Grace to save us. We must freely choose to love Him or else it wouldn't be love. The Muslim way, "Convert or die!" is not the way of Jesus. There is no coercion, only a proposal. 

Pope St. John Paul II wrote, "The crucifixion of Christ is the event that expresses with stunning clarity how Jesus is a symbol of contradiction. In fact, people line up on two sides: those who adore him and those who mock him..." 

They shall look on Him Whom they have pierced. John 19:37 Every one of us who looks upon the Crucified Christ has to make a choice: love Him or mock him. During Lent and Easter this year, I read Consoling the Heart of Jesus by Fr. Gaitley. And what is amazing is that even as I choose to love and console Him with my poor, little heart, it is He Who consoles me, tells me how much He loves me, just as I am, even in my sins. He leads me ever closer to Himself. May He draw you ever closer too.