Well, today’s blog entry starts out sad. Our family dog, “Misty”, which we have had for 13 years, she passed
Away in her sleep last night. We knew it was coming, but it still was not easy. We got her when she was a puppy and our
son was a baby. So basically they grew up together.
We have been struggling for months on what to do. She has been going down for a while, but every time we
would make up our mind to have her put to sleep, she would perk up and start playing and acting like a puppy. So
we would put it off again. Well, we have been praying that she would go quietly in her slumber and that is how it was.
The only thing now is to tell our son. I write in my books all the time about loss and grief. It comes easily at times when it is coming through the end of a pen or the clicking of keys, but not when you have to look at your son and tell him his
childhood friend is gone. We have been trying to prepare him for months. He called out to her this morning on the way to the bus stop and he told me “Mama, either she is sleeping really hard, or she has died.” Something told me that it was the latter.
So to all my blog friends, think of us as we have a very hard task this afternoon. Our son is a strong, but gentle person and
I know he will be ok.