There's been sickness this year, too, but thankfully everyone is on the mend or well. I am so thankful!
A week ago Saturday we brought our dogs home from Mother's house where they had been staying since the tornado struck. We took them for their shots and on to the groomer to get all dolled up before they came home to their new digs. They looked so handsome when we picked them up! Each of them had a bandana tied around their neck and they smelled wonderful!
I've never seen dogs so proud to be home! They ran all over the back yard, sniffing and checking out the new fences and their new little covered shed that we had built for them. They were so happy! Later on that week we got a new Great Pyrenees. He's 8 months old and already weighs 85 pounds! Jimmy named him Toby Dick, the Great White Dog. Toby is adorable and is adjusting well to his new home and brothers.
Little Pugsley worried me all last week. He was blind and deaf and when I picked him up from the groomer he just laid his little body up against me, something that little ball of fire has never done. As the week progressed I realized that he was unhappy. He just stood around and when he did try to walk, he walked into the fence. He had no idea where he was going. My heart was so heavy because I knew something was going to have to be done. I grieved all week long over that little sweet dog. Thursday I went out and when I petted him, he curled up his little tail and wagged it at me. He had not done that in ages; he kept his tail limp and hanging down. Friday morning I took their food out and he wouldn't eat a bite, which was unusual for him.
I had a doctor's appointment in Huntsville Friday and Jimmy went with me. The appointment took FOREVER and when I got out I met Debbie to head to Nashville for a quick overnight trip. We were going up I65 when Jimmy called and told me Pugsley had died. He said it looked like he had just fallen over.
The Lord works in wondrous ways. I don't think I could have stood to see Pugs dead. My last memory is of that little tail curling up and wagging when I petted him. He knew I loved him. Friday night I was able to go and see Bo at a benefit. He was sweet and it always does my heart good to see him and hear him sing. We also met a guy named Mike Farris, who sings gospel songs. Mike used to be with the Screaming Cheetah Wheelies but he has been singing gospel music for several years now. He won a Dove award last year. Just listening to him sing gave my heart comfort when all I wanted to do was cry about Pugsley. Here is Mike singing Can't No Grave Gonna Hold This Body Down.
I had a good trip and when I got home, Jimmy had already buried Pugsley right inside our fence. He said that when he was burying him, Ernie, our basset hound, sat and bayed. He has been missing him something terrible and will not let Toby near the grave. Animals amaze me.
Well, I went on a rabbit chase, but it all ends up pointing to this thought: God is good. God is merciful. God loves me and for that I am humbled and grateful.
I hope all of you have a wonderful Thanksgiving. I know I am going to!
This is Puglsey on November 13 right after we picked him up at the groomer. RIP, buddy.
