A Deeply Broken Heart Can Lead to the Development of Deeper Compassion

Cash was our “three legged bandit” we adopted from the local animal shelter. When we got him he still had stitches where a back leg had been amputated. He had recently been rescued from his previous owners who paid no attention to his injured, useless, infected leg.

Regardless of any hardships he had gone through, there was not much he was afraid of. In fact, he brought a sense of security to our other rescue, Jolie. While they had their share of scuffles, there was a bond between them. Jolie felt safe with him, even enough to go outside to potty and play when it was thundering and lightning!

Cash had a bark that would make others afraid or uncomfortable, but he was actually a big ol’ cuddle bug. He always made his rounds, some nights going to our son’s room to be with him, some nights cuddling next to me on the couch, then some nights cuddling next to his favorite person, his mama. I am certain inside that doggie brain of his he thought my wife was his girl and not mine. Whenever she and I would hug or smooch, Cash would run up, “Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!” with his tail a-wagging, as he would shove himself in between us, as if to say, “This is my girl, bucko!”

Make no mistake, he could be a pain in the butt, but I loved that crazy dog. Far more than I realized. He often made me laugh. I was convinced he had watched a lot of romance movies, because he would look a person in the eyes, hold the gaze, and slowly draw near to give doggie kisses.

We had him for about two years when something dreadful happened, and we had to make the heart wrenching decision to put him down. The day arrived when we would take him to the vet. On the way there we stopped by Burger King and got him a couple of sandwiches. When we arrived at the clinic he was all excited. To him, he thought he was going to simply get a thermometer put in his rear, a shot, a bunch of treats, then go home. Just as plenty of times before. Little did he realize the very one he trusted most was bringing him to his death.

He was so excited they had to give him a tranquilizer to calm him down.  My family and I loved on him while we still could. Soon the tranquilizer began kicking in, so the vet began euthanasia. Cash began shaking and I knew he was afraid. I got in front of him as he laid there. As I petted him, I told him, “It’s okay, buddy, it’s okay.” There was a tear coming down from his eye. He was being betrayed by the very one who loved him so much. I just kept petting him and speaking to him as he slipped away.

I never had my heart break in such a manner. For the next several months I would have periods of crying, as I missed Cash terribly. I was very angry about this situation. “Was it not bad enough to have my heart ripped out by those I sought to minister to?” I cried out to the Lord. “Why did this have to happen? He still had a lot of puppy in him!” The whole situation was unfair, and I held onto some resentment for quite some time, I confess.

There were those who did not understand. To them, Cash was “just a dog.” But to me he was so much more. It was not important they did not understand; however, my heart was broken into a thousand pieces. Ah, but this was a lesson in compassion to be learned. There are those around me and afar who suffer loss; some of these losses might appear trivial, but are devastating to them, nevertheless. I do not need to understand, I simply need to empathize. As their heart breaks, I am to remember the anguish of my own heart breaking. I might not understand why they are taking a loss so badly, but their pain is very real and far from being trivial.

The strange thing about compassion and empathy is that we must experience suffering and heartache if we would have these qualities developed in our lives. Pain and heartache hurt. Sometimes to the very core of our being. While we do not always understand, these do serve a greater purpose, a greater good, although we often wonder how any good can come out of pain.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. ~ 2 Corinthians 1:3-4 (ESV)

And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. ~ Romans 8:28

2 thoughts on “A Deeply Broken Heart Can Lead to the Development of Deeper Compassion

  1. I cried through the whole writing due to my dogs I had to have put asleep and still can cry over, and also your hurt. I feel like I abandoned them all. I think of our God having to turn His back on His Son….Wow!

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