This is Cinnamon napping on our recliner a couple of days before she died. She was only 2 pounds. Isn't she precious?
Our precious baby puppy passed away Saturday night. This is the puppy Sh picked out before she opened her eyes. She would visit her and was working to pay her off. She got sick suddenly and even our vet is baffled at what happened. We all fell in love so quickly with her, and held her
almost the last 24 hours she was so sick. The girls want to know why. I share truth with them. Jer 29:11, Rom 8:28, and the verse that God doesn't withold good things from those who love him. Is there a divine appt in this? Our pastor is constantly admonishing us that people watch how you respond. The vet, the lady we recieved the puppy from, friends, and family. Some might say this is just a puppy, but God says He keeps track of each bird that falls. He had his eye on Cinnamon - there is greater purpose in this. Not only the hurt from watching this sweet thing die, but to watch our daughters grieve. The heart hurts as only a parent can understand. Things I am thankful for
*our vet who spent lots of extra overtime hours on caring for her.
He was just as upset as we were.
*A pastor and pastor's wife who are willing to come to our house after 10p.m. on a Saturday night to pray with our girls.
* A grandpa that is awakened from sleep and willing prays with our girls over speaker phone. Who calls back in a little while to check on them.
*Grandparents who are willing to have a memorial service and grave in their backyard for the puppy.
* A former children's minister who is willing to call and chat with each girl.
*Precious conversations about our God and His character.
*Strength in my girls's lives.
*Sh praying on the phone with the lady she bought the puppy from.
Oh God, may this hurt not be wasted in my girls' lives, but mold them to be more like you.