I haven't cried for a few months now--until today.
July 1, 2017, was one of the worst days of my life.
I had to have my beautiful Charleigh-Girl put to sleep.
I really thought God had failed to realize how very
much I needed her.
She wasn't the perfect dog, but she and I had become
perfect for each other.
What God saw that I couldn't was an approaching
period of time--about 3 months--when I would
not be able to take adequate care of Charleigh,
even if she had still been in perfect health.
Much as I hate to admit it, I couldn't even take
care of myself!
I have made some effort recently toward getting
another companion (dog!)
I do not feel able to tackle the puppy thing again.
There were two of us when we got C-G, and our
home and belongings still show many battle scars
from her puppy stage!
I got a lead on a 4 year old female Sheltie,
only to learn she had been used for breeding purposes
and had not lived inside in a family setting.
Housebreaking a 4 year old? Not for me!
I have heard about a champion 2 year old who
had already been diagnosed with hip dysplasia.
An 8 year old--but that's considered geriatric in a dog!
A 5 year old who had chewed through a metal
crate and lost several teeth!
Once a chewer...
One day I'm willing to take on the many,
multitudinous responsibilities
of a new pet and the next day I'm hesitant.
My prayer is that God will place the right one in
my path...but, "Lord, you need to do it soon!
I get a little lazier (and older) every day."
I will certainly always look back on the years
that Jack and I, and then just I, had
Charleigh-Girl as a great chapter in our lives.
We had absolutely no idea what we were getting into
when we got her, but she was worth every dollar,
every headache, for the joy and companionship and
unconditional love she brought to us...to me.
