As I lay on the floor the other morning petting my sick dog (knowing
I am going to have to put her down) my heart is breaking. I have come to love this little dog. I say out loud “I love this little dog” I hear a voice in my head say “as much as you
love this little dog that is how much I love you” I know that it is supposed to be comforting but
it was not. It does not change the fact
that I did hear the Lord. So there is a
level of comfort there I am just grieving too much to see it right now. If you
read the other stories about Pin Pin or Penny you know she had been an abused
dog and we gave her a good home for two and half years. We had our ups and downs but she was a good
dog. She devolved what we feel was
cancer and she had tumors all over and some were big as 25 cent gumballs. She was in a lot of pain. So we made the heartbreaking decision to have
her go to heaven yesterday at 4:30. It was
gut wrenching. She had all her wits
about her and the enemy wants me to feel like I killed a perfectly good
dog. I know what the truth is.
The sign at the Vet’s office said.
Heaven is where all the dogs that you loved will meet you
with wagging tails.
So it is very lonely in my office this morning where my Pin
Pin would lay at my feet.
Romans 15:
