letting her go.
how do you cope when the one little creature who has been most like your child may be reaching the end of her days? i grasped onto to the promise that god cares for man and animal alike, i rejoice that she is in no pain, still chewing bones, begging for treats and racing up and down hotel hallways. i trust that the lord has this in control and how long she lives is decided by him. so i spoil her, hold her close and spend more time playing fetch and less time chained to my desk… and there is tremendous joy in that. i believe, although i 