A Week Without Zeus — A Farm Wife

It’s been a week since our gentle Zeus closed his eye for the last time.

There have been many tears and extreme self-control exercises in limiting those tears.

We all miss him greatly.

Max wouldn’t eat for a bit. When I fed the dogs, Max always waited for Zeus to start before he ate. Max hasn’t been back in my bedroom. Both he and Zeus would start the night out there frequently and travel through the house throughout the night. Zeus loved his lambchops. I’ve purchased many over the years. In fact, I bought one the week before. We tucked it under his neck and buried him with it. There was an older one in the dog toy box that Max picked up and then dropped it – wouldn’t have anything to do with it. So, Max is grieving too. He even looks sad.

If you’re wondering where Mosley is in all of this, he’s at camp learning to be a good boy.

Having gone through this I have times where I shame myself for feeling this way about a dog. And then again I believe God created dogs to fill in the spots humans can’t. And a great loss should be grieved.

I also found myself thinking about all the parents who have lost a child. I don’t know how any of them could have found the ability to take another breath. I have been spending more time on my walks praying for those parents.

For those of you who have lost a child, I weep with you. I pray for you.