as long as I don't dwell upon it
My dog died.
I am trying not to be sad, but all I can remember is her cute little face, her little 4 pound blonde body, her cute brown eyes, the way she hugged me when I was down, the way when you walked by, she would grab with her little teeth, your pant or shirt sleeve, her whole body wag when she wagged her tail and just the way she loved me. I am trying to type past the moisture, and trying to pray for my sister, because even though she was all that for me, she was more for my her. Its weird really, I have never lost a pet before, not anyone close to me. I am already an emotional person. If I am busy enough, I just won't think about it. I can't help wondering. I keep thinking she will bark, and I will run out and bring her into my arms. You see she ran away, but where we live, there are so many snakes and coyotes and the neighbor scary dogs. They were chasing her, and my puppy Max. Max came home. Maggie never did. My sister looked for 6 hours, coming brush and rocks. All I can hear are coyotes barking now, and I am more sad than I thought I would be. I love this journal tonight, for it is my way to just breathe.Just pray for me that I can be filled with the joy of the Lord. I know I can be sad and it seems thats all I can be tonight.
"Maggie"
I am trying not to be sad, but all I can remember is her cute little face, her little 4 pound blonde body, her cute brown eyes, the way she hugged me when I was down, the way when you walked by, she would grab with her little teeth, your pant or shirt sleeve, her whole body wag when she wagged her tail and just the way she loved me. I am trying to type past the moisture, and trying to pray for my sister, because even though she was all that for me, she was more for my her. Its weird really, I have never lost a pet before, not anyone close to me. I am already an emotional person. If I am busy enough, I just won't think about it. I can't help wondering. I keep thinking she will bark, and I will run out and bring her into my arms. You see she ran away, but where we live, there are so many snakes and coyotes and the neighbor scary dogs. They were chasing her, and my puppy Max. Max came home. Maggie never did. My sister looked for 6 hours, coming brush and rocks. All I can hear are coyotes barking now, and I am more sad than I thought I would be. I love this journal tonight, for it is my way to just breathe.Just pray for me that I can be filled with the joy of the Lord. I know I can be sad and it seems thats all I can be tonight.
"Maggie"