My dog is old. Very old for her breed.
Starting about a month ago, she started not eating a lot. Then she refused the dog food she’s been eating for years so I switched. Now, I have to spoon feed her to get her to eat. I have to call her out of her bed. She struggles to get up. I choke up every time…
Last night, her breathing became labored. I scoured the internet, looking for hope.
All I found was forebodings.
I realize every passing day is borrowed time with her. I pet her every chance I get. I pray over her. I beseech God for a miracle even though I know it’s a pipe dream. I wish I could do something to make her better.
She has been with me for almost 1/3 of my life. She has seen all of my most cherished moments in life: getting married and having my three beautiful children. She was there through it all. I cannot imagine her absence in my life…
The depth of my love for my dog is indescribable. Her passing will devastate me. It absolutely will.
I pray, “God, let her be the first thing to greet me in heaven when I arrive.”
It’s the only comfort I get.
And that’s not any at all…