Today Has Brought Some Tears

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.