Revelation 22:2 In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
I have had an obsession with leaves all my life. I will pick one up, examine it, and sometimes take it inside and write on the back in remembrance of that day. Weird, huh? I am especially intrigued by the beauty of a fallen leaf this time of year. It wasn't until yesterday when I was doing research for my next book that I had that moment where it felt right that I should appreciate the beauty of a leaf.
Anyway.
Today I cry for the loss of my beautiful girl on May 26 of this year. How I loved that dog! She would have been celebrating this, her 18th birthday, by enjoying the coolness of the day. She loved fall and cooler temperatures. We would have likely taken her for a nice walk, got her some cake, and fed her her favorite Roy Rogers roast beef for supper.
She would have loved this day. But. It was not meant to be. She no longer suffers. On the other hand, I still cry for her absense. Totally heartbroken!
She taught me so much. This is what my new book is about, the things I learned from my beautiful senior dog. I'm having a real hard time formatting though, so it is a work in progress.
Meanwhile, our distraction has arrived and is settling in quite nicely. She sleeps beautifully at night, is 3/4 of the way potty trained, and is a bundle of energy.
She looks almost identical to puppy Gracie.
We are so grateful for her. God knew exactly what we needed and when. That is why this little fluff-ball was very likely CREATED the day Gracie left this world. And then, He purposed our steps to find her.
Revelation 22:2
.... and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Beautifully written, Bobbi! I hadn't really thought of leaves like this before. I truly believe too that God knew exactly the right dog that would help heal you all over the loss of Gracie. I know that has happened with us and Winslow, though by the time we got around to getting him, Koda had been gone for 5 years. Enjoy every puppy day with Bubbles!
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Bobbi, what can I say. This special post made me stop what I was doing and think for a while. It brought back all the memories of the time back in 2004 when I started writing all the stories of my life with all my dogs going back 70 years. Writing really helped me. And I now realize just how special all those pups were and each one basically led me to the next, as if that was how it was meant to be. Love to all of you... ♥♥♥
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