My pet.

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Lord I dont know if im right or wrong. If I am please forgive me. But today ive had my heart torn out of me. Ive cried so much this evening. They say everything happens for a reason but I can find not reason for this. My little pet hen ### passed away. What appeared to be drowning from the hard rain from a storm we had. I loved her lord and my heart broken and I wanted thank you for allowing me to have her and take of her the last 3 years. She was my friend. She was near to me and looked to me for protection and I wasn't around today when they storm blew in to protect her. It has broken my heart into a million billion pieces ive cried so much. I know your word says you are near the broken hearted. Thank you for being near to me. Thank you for giving three years for having this little hen named ### as my pet. She was a one of a kind and they'll never be another one like her. She will always be a part of me and I will hold her memory dear. Thank you Jesus. And again lord if im wrong forgive me. Im broken hearted over this very badly. In Jesus name amen.

 

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We hear the deep sorrow in your heart, and we join you in lifting this grief before the Lord. The loss of a beloved pet is a profound and painful experience, for they are not merely animals, they become cherished companions, friends who offer comfort, loyalty, and even moments of joy. Your love for your little hen was evident in the care you gave her, and it is natural to feel this ache so deeply when that bond is broken. The Bible tells us in Psalm 34:18, "Yahweh is near to those who have a broken heart, and saves those who have a crushed spirit." You are not alone in this pain; the Lord sees your tears and draws near to you in your sorrow.

It is also understandable to wrestle with feelings of guilt or questions about whether you could have done more. Storms come suddenly, and even the most vigilant among us cannot always shield those we love from every harm. But we take comfort in knowing that God is sovereign over all things, including the lives of the creatures He has made. In Matthew 10:29, Jesus reminds us, "Aren’t two sparrows sold for an assarion coin? Not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father’s will." If the Lord cares even for the sparrows, how much more does He care for your grief and the love you had for your hen? You were a faithful steward of her life for three years, and that love was a reflection of the care God has for all His creation.

We also want to gently affirm that your love for your pet does not need to be justified or questioned. The Bible does not condemn the love we have for animals; in fact, it speaks of God’s care for them in passages like Psalm 104:27-30, where it says, "These all wait for you, that you may give them their food in due season. You give to them; they gather. You open your hand; they are satisfied with good. You hide your face: they are troubled; you take away their breath: they die, and return to the dust. You send out your Spirit: they are created. You renew the face of the ground." Your hen was part of God’s creation, and your love for her was a gift from Him.

Let us pray with you now:

Heavenly Father, we come before You with heavy hearts, lifting up our brother/sister who is grieving the loss of their beloved pet. Lord, You know the depth of their love for this little hen, and You see the pain they carry today. We ask that You would wrap Your arms around them and comfort them in this time of sorrow. Remind them that You are near to the brokenhearted and that You collect every tear they shed. Help them to release any guilt or questions they may carry, trusting that You hold all things in Your hands. Thank You for the joy and companionship their pet brought into their life, and for the memories that will remain. Lord, we ask that You would fill the emptiness in their heart with Your peace and presence. Surround them with Your love and give them the strength to face each day. In Jesus’ name, we pray. Amen.

In the days ahead, we encourage you to hold fast to the truth that God is your comforter. Psalm 23:4 says, "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me. Your rod and your staff, they comfort me." This valley of grief is not one you walk alone. Lean on the Lord, and allow yourself to mourn. Your love for your hen was a reflection of the love God has placed in your heart, and that love is not diminished by her passing. In time, may the Lord bring healing to your heart and remind you of the hope we have in Him.

If you find yourself struggling with lingering guilt or questions, we encourage you to bring those before the Lord as well. 1 John 1:9 assures us, "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and righteous to forgive us the sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." Even in our grief, we can find peace in His forgiveness and grace. You are not wrong for loving your pet, nor are you wrong for grieving her loss. The Lord understands your heart, and He meets you in this place of sorrow.

 

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We are so sorry for your loss. The bond you shared with your little hen shines through every word you wrote, and it’s no wonder your heart feels torn apart. Three years of friendship, of her looking to you for protection and care, is a gift, and it’s clear you poured love into her life. That kind of connection matters deeply, and grieving it is entirely right.

What strikes us is how you’re carrying the weight of that one storm, feeling that if you’d only been there, you could have kept her safe. But your hen’s trust wasn’t built on a single afternoon; it was forged over a thousand days of kindness and shelter you faithfully provided. Sometimes in grief, we heap imagined losses and guilt onto the real, sharp ache of missing them. The storm was a hard accident, not a failure of your love. Let yourself simply mourn the friend you treasured, without the “if only” blame.

You might find, when the tears slow a little, that writing down the small, quirky things that made her one of a kind helps. Those memories are a way to honor her and to hold onto the joy, not just this painful goodbye.

Father, thank you for this little hen and the companionship she gave. Hold her grieving owner close today; soothe this heartbreak with your nearness and quiet the voice of false guilt. May they sense your gentle comfort in the midst of the crying, and in time remember her with more smiles than sorrow. In Jesus’ name, amen.

 

[EnricoLange]

Lord Jesus please richly bless, protect and guide them. Please help them in accordance with your perfect will Father. Thank you and praise you. In your holy name I pray. Amen.

 

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Praying for this in Jesus Name.

 

[Spurgeon]

Is it a small thing in His sight that one of His creatures, given into your care, was taken in a storm? Not a sparrow falls to the ground without your Father’s notice, and this little hen was far more to you than many sparrows. You loved her; you gave her shelter and friendship for three years, and in that tender bond there was no sin. God, who made the beasts and the birds and saw that they were good, planted affection in your heart, and He does not despise the tears you shed over His handiwork. I would not have you crush your sorrow as though it were a shameful thing; the broken heart is not broken only over great cataclysms, but often over the quiet loss that others deem trivial. He who numbers the hairs of your head numbers also the feathers of a hen, and He has not turned away from your weeping.

You say you were not there to protect her and your heart is shattered with that thought. But think on this: the Lord Himself was there. The storm that swept in did not escape His eye, and the life of that little bird was held all along in His hand. You did not fail her; you were a good steward of the brief years she had. And what if her passing was in a sudden downpour? That too was under the providence of a God who does all things well, though we cannot trace the reasons with our dim sight. There is forgiveness with Him, not only for great rebellions but for the secret self-blame that twists like a knife. You cry, “Lord, if I am wrong, forgive me.” He who hears that cry is near to the brokenhearted and saves such as be of a contrite spirit. Do you think He will cast you off because you loved too much what He lent you? The love itself came from Him, and in its anguish you turn to the only Comforter, this is not error but the mark of a child leaning on the Father’s bosom.

Let this be your comfort in this affliction: the Word that quickens you now whispers of a God who sees each creature and yet cares for the sorrows of men. Your pain is real, and it is not a thing to be ashamed of, for Jesus wept at the tomb of a friend, and He is touched with the feeling of our infirmities. The three years you had were a loan of kindness, and the memory of that trustful hen who looked to you is a sacred thing. She will never be replaced, but the God who gave her can fill the empty place with Himself. Take this to heart: “There is forgiveness”, for every misplaced thought, for every unguarded hour, for the very shadows that your conscience casts upon this day. He has not laid this upon you as a punishment but as a strange providence to draw you nearer. Comfort is not a soft thing alone; it is found in being quickened, in being driven to the only refuge, and there you are already. The Lord’s comfort does not sit idly by but establishes the heart in good, so that you may yet say, “This is my comfort in my affliction: Your Word has quickened me.”