My dear pup now counts his future time in weeks or months, not years. It is incredibly hard, and it breaks my heart to watch him struggle with even small pains as we manage this time together.
As such, we get to visit our wonderful vet with increasing regularity; and my heart swells with fear and foreboding each time we go thinking that perhaps that will be THE visit where we get the awful but unavoidable news that ‘it’s time.’ Our vet is amazing, and so very willing to talk through absolutely anything with me, so that I can’t really believe I’m so lucky to have such support at this tough time.
What’s more, though, is that in speaking with a dear friend of mine about the whole wrenching situation, she observed how very fortunate I am to have such an unshakable faith in what is to come…and the fact that He would comfort me in my hour of need when the time finally does come. In her very astute words, “He’s never failed you yet, He’s not going to fail you now in your hour of need.”
My heart bursts with gratitude that I have such good friends who both know me well and know how steady my Rock has been throughout my life and remind me of that when I most need it. I am one lucky ducky!
Overly Honest 