Good-bye Sweet Daisy

20140228-092458.jpgHave you ever been unconditionally loved? Forgiven and the misdeed forgotten within seconds? Has anyone ever greeted you with absolute joy every time you came home? I have. Daisy was a good friend. A good dog.

20140228-094510.jpgWe got her from the pound 15 1/2 years ago. Thomas was just a baby.They grew up together.

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20140228-095548.jpgShe was always by his side.

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20140228-100811.jpgNeeded a helping hand? She was there.
I wrote about sweet Daisy here. As time went on, I hated to leave her when we went away for many days at a time. Luckily for us, we have some responsible, caring, dog-loving teenage boys that will take care of the pets while we’re gone.

It’s hard deciding when the time has come that your beloved pet is not living a fruitful life. I didn’t intend to put her down when I went to the vet. It was obvious with her weight loss that she was not as healthy as she once was, but she still had a joyful spirit about her. If you asked her if she wanted to go for a walk she would immediately get up and go to the door with her tail wagging. She would nudge me as I put my shoes on letting me know she was ready. After dinner, Daisy would stand right in your way as you were cleaning the dishes. She loved the last piece of bread. Until just a few weeks ago, she was still jumping for a treat (maybe not actually getting air, but it was jumping for her) and doing a happy jog from the mailbox in the morning.

20140228-101635.jpgWhen I would be in my craft room upstairs, I would hear her walking around and around looking for me. So I would pick up her up and carry her up to be with me.

20140228-101748.jpgWhen Adam got ready to leave for college, he knew he wouldn’t be home until Thanksgiving. I remember him kneeling down and whispering into Daisy’s ear to stick around until he got home again. She did. She was there when he came home.

20140228-102725.jpgBut then I had to be out of town for a few days. Superman was concerned because Daisy refused to eat and she just didn’t want to get up. When I returned, I tried some wet food to see if she would like that better. She did. But vomited it all back up in about three rooms. Poor baby. So I took her in. I was by myself. It was heart wrenching. The doctor was crying, the nurse was crying and I was a wreck. I know I did the right thing, but it hurts so bad.

20140228-103244.jpgSuperman and Thomas took her to the farm the next day to bury her. They texted me to say they said a prayer for her and bawled their eyes out. She was a good dog.

20140228-104038.jpgA few days later this came in the mail from our wonderful vet.

20140228-104113.jpgI’ll see her again one day. She, along with the other dogs I have loved, have made my heart bigger so I can love even more.

Thanks for dropping by!

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Just One of Those Days

It’s just one of those days.

20140222-171349.jpgIt’s an early, very early, 5:30 am early, boot camp class at the gym. I’m getting lapped by my fellow runners, I can’t do another crunch and the weights feel like…weights. I’m feeling quite frustrated.
Do I believe the little voices that are telling me I’m slow, worthless and fat? Or do I choose to believe that I’m doing the best that I can do for that day?

I thank God for giving me a body that can run, bike, swim and swing a racket.

20140222-172030.jpgA friend asks to borrow my oven for the afternoon. I get home a few minutes before she arrives to discover my dog had vomited all, and I mean all over the house. As I’m cleaning up the mess, I accidentally kneel in a pile of yuk. My friend rings the doorbell as I realize that my vacuum doesn’t work. What do I do? Do I listen to the voices that say I’m a terrible housekeeper, a slob and my house isn’t nice enough to invite a friend in? Or do I choose to listen to the voice that knows the cleanliness of my house is not an indication of my heart?

I thank God for giving me an oven that works and a friend willing to ask me to use it. We were able to have a sweet conversation with laughter, hugs and understanding. I thank God for friends.

20140222-174248.jpgAfter a few disappointing weeks volunteering, I wasn’t feeling the mojo to lead the bible study. I question whether what I am doing is even worth the effort. As our time ended, two women in the shelter came to me with tears in their eyes and great big hugs. They told me how much they enjoy our time together.

I thank God for sweet affirmations.

Do you have days of doubt? Days when things just aren’t working the way you’d like? Yea, me too.

20140226-170702.jpgpicture via amyjdelightful.blogspot.com I am so thankful that I chose to walk down the road God laid out before me instead of going in the direction of falsehoods and lies. I have a lot to be thankful for.

Thank you for dropping by!

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