For a moment, I looked at the broken angel, feeling hot anger and tears rise up to my head. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. I remembered my mother’s words when our dog Avogadro had died. It had thrown me into a tailspin of sulk and despair.
Finally, my mother had had enough, and she said, “James, you need to snap out of this. Avogadro is gone and is never coming back. You need to move on.”
To which I replied, “This isn’t fair, mom!”
“James, life isn’t fair. There are no guarantees that you will not experience loss and grief. God does not protect us from pain, but God can use our pain to bring about new growth, new life.”
But God never did. Eventually, the pain subsided, and I did move on, but I was no better for it, and we never got another dog.