the one where I realize that I'm going to outlive my dog
slipping through life with little turbulence and rejoicing with all our hearts in the cloudless sunshine wearing shorter pants, Scooby-Doo band aids and sticky, greasy sun cream. until we realize that our dog has been throwing up for three weeks. and the vet now shakes her head worriedly, not sure what to tell us.
I know that some day it will eventually happen. that there is an inevitability about such things we can only bear as we best can. that I will squeeze my sons' little bodies with a tender embrace. and that peace and gratitude will prevail. I am still hoping that Finn is going to bounce on her front legs with her butt in the air and feel better soon. but today for the first time in seven years I realize that I'm going to outlive my dog. and this saddens me immensely.
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xoxo
So sorry.
(((((Finn)))))
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I'm sorry for your family and I'm sending big (((hugs))) and love across the pond. xo
Creator of heaven and earth, the Jehovah Rafa (which means great healer) please either heal Finn or prepare healing for Irene and her family as they go through this process facing the death of their furry family member. Love on them please.
Amen.
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