Today was one of those Oregon days when the weather can remind us of hope. Not at first, though. Today, the sky went from foggy, to cloudy, to sunny, and back to cloudy.
As we care for an animal companion in their final illness, what can we hope for? If we don't fully understand all that may happen between a terminal diagnosis and a death – or between obvious old age and the need to make a decision between a natural death or euthanasia – it's hard to know what we can realistically hope for. Or perhaps those hopes keep changing.
When a dear pet has died, our hopes for our grief can change over time. At first, perhaps we hope to be able to be in public without pain. Later, we may hope to always remember their face or the way they did something that made us smile.
Like this photo of several kinds of clouds in the sky at the same time, sometimes different hopes exist at the same time, and we may struggle to decide where to put our energy. Hope can be like that.
It can take energy to hold hope, and sometimes it feels like it takes too much.
And then there's a spot of blue sky, and we find our sense of hope again. And we move forward.
May you continue to be able to move forward.