I can’t believe I’m actually writing this post.
Howard, our puppy, had distemper. This past weekend, we had to put him down.
And now our family is once again dealing with the heartache of losing a pet.
It’s been an exhausting and emotional week. In the midst of it all, I’ve been doing a lot of praying and questioning. Mostly, why? Why did this happen, after all we went through with Holly?
Here’s the answer I found:
We bought our little Howard not knowing he was already infected. We enjoyed having him as part of our family for three joy-filled weeks. We loved on him, played with him, scruffed and squeezed and fed him. We gave him the only family and the only love he’d known in his short life.
And that is pretty awesome.
We welcomed Howard into our family, expecting to enjoy a long and happy life with him. We thought Howie was the gift to our family. Turns out we were really the gift to him. God used us to bless that little rascal while he was alive.
We love you, Howard. And we miss you so much. Please give Holly lots of cuddles for us.