Trinket

She was a tiny powderpuff of a puppy - colored like caramel and vanilla ice cream with an intelligent, inquisitive face and a sweet nature. She was deservedly pampered and spoiled her entire life and she grew to be a beloved animal. She lived with my friend, Rochelle, for eleven years and she had an active, healthy and wonderful life.

Such animals are gifts from God, given into our care for their lifetime whether it be short or long. They make a place in our hearts because we take them into our homes and our lives with love and we let them go with the same love. When they die, that place stays empty and sad, sometimes forever. The truly special ones cannot be replaced and that's how it should be. The pain of losing them can be overwhelming but we trade the heartache for the years of joy they bring, for the affection they offer so freely, for the trust and love in their eyes. And we do it knowing how it will end, because the years in between have a sweetness like no other.

Trinket died prematurely, one of the many to perish from poisoned dog food. This makes her death all the more tragic and difficult, and for Rochelle, her anger has no real target so it swirls inside her like a vicious storm with no place to make landfall. The world is often incomprehensible - people do us great harm without penalty or justice, those we love have their lives cut short, that which is given is taken back. There is starvation, poverty,
suffering and war all around us, indifference and self interest rule. Should we be surprised that a lethal posion is put into petfood or that there is no one to hold responsible?

Trinket's death is not fair, not forgivable, not right. For those who loved her so dearly, it is no small passing thing and she will be missed beyond words.