The brown fluff of fur lay still on the curb, and a sick wave of recognition washed over me as I drove up. I knew it was Lola. My girls heard me crying there at the wheel as I sat at the intersection in our minivan unable to hit the gas pedal. I knew I didn’t want them to find out about their kitty the way I did, so I collected myself and drove on to our destination deciding to tell them there. Their reaction was as expected, and we bagged our desperate need for groceries in favor of going straight back home and doing what needed to be done. It was a sad walk back over to the intersection, and my son and I, with a shovel and a wheelbarrow, dealt with the death on the curb. Read more on this Christian Blog by clicking here ...
I concur. I wanted to share with you too,
I have lost pets and right now we have a 13 year old dog that's moving slower and losing weight. It's only a matter of time before we lose Oliver. I keep trying to prepare myself, but I'm sure it will be hard. I also know that when the time comes, I'll remember this post and it will bring me comfort. Thanks for sharing your heart, Deb.
Ramon Torres
1/30/2013 11:31:47 am
I just lost my poor, baby kitty this past Sunday. In her attempt to comfort and old friend said her soul was in heaven. Immediately, I text her back saying that I have some very, very strong doubts that animals have souls. It's a wonderful, blessed, loving thought that they'll be in heaven with us but I would be very hard to convince me of it. Comments are closed.
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