“I know all the birds of the mountains; the wild animals of the field are mine.” — Psalms 50:11

Just remembering the events of a year ago. We lit candles, said prayers, and even planted a cactus out front of our house in memory of our beloved rabbit Marble. But the sting of his loss remains acute a year after he departed this earthly life. For me, he was a great rabbit, but nevertheless a pet. To Tracey, however – well, let it just be said that she and Marble were more than that; they were soul mates (if such a thing were possible between human and rabbit). And in Tracey and Marble’s case, I believe it was – for they had a special relationship that transcended understanding from the very start (after all, he picked her out, not vice-versa), and the bond they shared from that moment was something quite extraordinary to behold, and precious.

So isn’t it interesting that a strange thing happened today? But before I pass this along, let me say this: I am not a believer in coincidence.

Last night, just around the time Marble died at the vet a year ago, we were blessed with the arrival of four yellow butterflys that chose our backyard to hunker down for the night. This by itself would be pretty extraordinary all in itself (if you ask me), but the way they did so was both very cool and worth mentioning – for the four of them settled down on the grass in front of our mesquite tree the shape of a cross.

Was Marble perhaps was trying to tell us something – something we already knew? That true love (whatever form that might take) is a gift from God not restricted to only human beings, and something that lasts forever?

Like I say, I’m not a believer in coincidence…