How do you mend a broken heart? Time. It is the only way. I have a broken heart. Yesterday my sister's old 12 year old boxer dog died. He may have been hers but we live on the same farm only a little ways apart and I think he was my dog too. He came by my house every morning and stood looking in my front door and waited for his "cookie" dog treat. Sometimes I didn't see him at first, but my dogs always let me know he had arrived. I loved him. We all did. There is a whole farm neighborhood here that is hurting.
But there is no way around it. Our pets will never live as long as we do. We can only enjoy them for awhile. They bring SO much joy and love into our lives everyday and then they are gone. But I would not trade one day of knowing them because their love is so unconditional. They love us no matter what. I think Jesus made our dogs that way on purpose. He knew that's what we needed from them. A companion who loved us always and no matter what.
Thank you Jesus for the pleasure of knowing such a sweet gentle old dog. It was a blessing.
I am a lover of all things old. Rusty things, vintage things, broken old things, found things, thrift store buys, anything I remember from my childhood, and things I saw at my Gran's house when I was little. I love using them in old ways as they were intended or sometimes new altered and mosaic ways, as long as they are not thrown away. I am a country living and loving woman. I love Jesus, my husband, my kids, my grandkids, my family, my dogs, my cats and my chickens, ducks, and rabbit. Gardening is my summer love and long summer days in the yard under the shade tree with my sisters and the breeze blowing. Ahhhh. Life is good.