This is a very SAD, HEARTBREAKING day for me...
I write this note with a very sad heart and swollen shut eyes, as Cecil and I had to take our beloved Dakota boy, our almost 11-year-old collie, to the vet to be "put down". He fell asleep in my arms and died very peacefully. He is no longer with me, my faithful, loyal companion and friend, and my heart is heavy. I laid on the floor with him all night last night and prayed for all the many hurting people and situations God brought to my mind, and it occurred to me that grief is grief, sorrow is sorrow, no matter if it's loss over a beloved pet, a house fire, a family tragedy, divorce, pain and suffering, disease, you name it. God cares abundantly and unerringly about every detail of our lives, and I am comforted in knowing that. Dakota was the perfect dog, and God brought him to me 10+ years ago after enduring months of depression and anxiety. HE KNEW I needed soothing, healing, and comfort for my battered soul.
And so I grieve over the loss of my precious, beloved, old boy, Dakota. I shall miss not having him at my feet as I write my books. He has been there for all dozen or so of them, and I will feel the void of his absence when I jump into my next series.
Is it a silly request (?) (I don't think so) to ask that you will think about both Cec and me and pray for us whenever God brings us to your minds, as it will be tough walking into the house without seeing his welcoming face and wagging tail.
Thank you, and I love you all.
P.S. The above photo depicts our gentle, patient giant allowing my daughter's toy poodle to make her bed beside or right atop him countless times. Sweet.