So... Yesterday.
We had to let our sweet Bunker go... He had lymphoma.
My dad wanted to wait until I graduated and moved home so I could say goodbye. Then, once I did get home, he waited another week. During that time, I saw Bunker progressively get worse. He was so skinny, weak and tired. He was given a steroid shot a few weeks ago to reduce inflammation and to alleviate some of the pain. He kept looking up at us as if saying " What's going on with me? Why can't I run or bark or eat?" It was heartbreaking. I spent so much time by his side and so much time crying. I think it was mostly because I don't know what happens to animals when they die... Where do they go?
I kept telling myself, God is good. He loves all His creation... He takes care of everything on the earth. He's in control.... But, watching my dog die didn't get any easier with that reassurance. I kept hearing " he's going to a better place." But who really knows for sure if he goes anywhere at all?
We had to let our sweet Bunker go... He had lymphoma.
My dad wanted to wait until I graduated and moved home so I could say goodbye. Then, once I did get home, he waited another week. During that time, I saw Bunker progressively get worse. He was so skinny, weak and tired. He was given a steroid shot a few weeks ago to reduce inflammation and to alleviate some of the pain. He kept looking up at us as if saying " What's going on with me? Why can't I run or bark or eat?" It was heartbreaking. I spent so much time by his side and so much time crying. I think it was mostly because I don't know what happens to animals when they die... Where do they go?
I kept telling myself, God is good. He loves all His creation... He takes care of everything on the earth. He's in control.... But, watching my dog die didn't get any easier with that reassurance. I kept hearing " he's going to a better place." But who really knows for sure if he goes anywhere at all?
I want animals to go to heaven. I do. I know, I sound like a six-year-old. One of my reasons for being such a pathetic animal lover is this: they love us unconditionally. If we love them, they love us. They want our love. They love our love.
They don't care how we smell, how we look, how much money we make, or debt we owe, or how good we are at scrabble. They just want to have your love, affection,food and some belly-rubs.
I know I sound childish. I know I shouldn't get so attached to animals. I know they are put here a short while and then they die. But I do get attached. I don't think I can help it.
Anyway. I'm not sure what my point is... I rarely even have one. I'm not sure anyone will even, ever read this. But, I do know that I love my dog and I trust that God loves him more and God's hands are the safest hands to ever be held in... I hope that will be enough assurance for me.
They don't care how we smell, how we look, how much money we make, or debt we owe, or how good we are at scrabble. They just want to have your love, affection,food and some belly-rubs.
I know I sound childish. I know I shouldn't get so attached to animals. I know they are put here a short while and then they die. But I do get attached. I don't think I can help it.
Anyway. I'm not sure what my point is... I rarely even have one. I'm not sure anyone will even, ever read this. But, I do know that I love my dog and I trust that God loves him more and God's hands are the safest hands to ever be held in... I hope that will be enough assurance for me.
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