Well, the beginning of my day was absolutely wonderful.
The end of my day tragic. I had to go to a meeting at Starbucks this evening. When I came home, I found my sweet, sweet 18 yr, 10 month old dog Puffin dead on the living room floor when I came in.
Obviously, it has been expected.
I love my husband, he has worried about me so much when this time would come. He was there to hold me and comfort me as long as I needed. He gets the prize as the very best husband ever.
I am hurting, but I know it was the right thing. I have been praying that God handle the situation. I wanted to be able to make the correct choice. Yet, she wasn’t really in pain. But, because of the prayer…I know it was the right rime.
I trust in Him.
Isn’t he amazing to care enough for me and my little bundle of joy.
But for now, I sit simply holding her. She brought so much joy. She is going to be missed greatly.