I had to make the same decision with my beloved Rusty. He would have been 17. He led a good life, but when it comes to a point that watching them suffer hurts your heart, the decision is made.
My moment came while watching Rusty eat some leftovers. His legs gave out and he landed on the bowl and broke it.
I miss him. People say, "He's not hurting anymore" and "He's in a better place". That doesn't fill the void in my heart.
Just last week Beans did something that Rusty always did. He wanted to see me and instead of moving his body, he stretched his neck around the corner to watch what I was doing. I always thought that was so adorable when I would catch Rusty doing that and when I saw Beans doing the same thing, I cried.
I think that was the first good cry I had for Rusty. I had tears when the time came, but not a good cry. And it came months after his leaving this world.
I decided after Rusty not to get another dog for a while. We stay so busy. But Frank and Beans came into our lives. The best decision we could have made. Something about a puppy helped the healing process.
I love my boys. Thank you Lord for knowing what I needed more than I did.
Much Love!
Frank and Beans Mommy
Spoil your pet!
No comments:
Post a Comment