I know I haven't blogged much lately, but I feel the need to write a little this evening.  My poor little dog, Casey, died yesterday morning.  He really had a hard weekend and just finally gave up.  He has been such a huge part of my life for the last 14 years and even though the house is now filled with Anna's sweet voice, it feels a bit empty without the clicking of his toenails on the wood floor or the feel of his soft fur under my feet as I sit at my desk.

 

He really was such a good boy and I will miss him terribly.  The evenings have been the hardest, that was always our time.  How do you let go of something that loves you so unconditionally?  I cried many a tear into his fur and depended on his sweet face to find comfort when life threw me a curve ball.  So here I find myself, sad, my daughter sleeping and wanting to just curl up on my bed and hug on my sweet dog. Instead, I'm afraid to return to my room and so I sit here at the computer trying to find some comfort.

 

If you have never loved a dog, you are truly missing out on one of God's greatest gifts.  Though my heart breaks I would not change a thing and one day, again, I will have the blessing of being loved and loving another of God's creatures.

 

This is my favorite picture of Casey.