Our Harry boy was with us just long enough for me to be totally gutted by losing him. I loved this little guy and I’m heartbroken.
Our house is too quiet now.
Gracie misses her playmate.
The day we brought him home.
If you decide to rescue a dog, PLEASE read reviews of the rescue organization before you do. I did not. Sadly, I have since found that many others adopted dogs from this same organization, only to find the dog they brought home was seriously ill also. Harry had supposedly been vet checked and fostered long enough to determine his needs. Two different vets and a professional trainer said this was highly doubtful.
I’m starting to feel like Job, with the losses of the last couple months.
I would like to say the following verse is my declaration. If I’m honest, it is what I am trying to declare. I know God is still good.
“Even if the fig tree does not blossom, And there is no fruit on the vines, If the yield of the olive fails, And the fields produce no food, Even if the flock disappears from the fold, And there are no cattle in the stalls, Yet I will triumph in the Lord, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation. The Lord God is my strength, And He has made my feet like deer’s feet, And has me walk on my high places.” Habakkuk 3:17-19 NASB2020
Thank you all for your kind comments and mostly, for your prayers. I feel like I’m still trying to find my footing. But I’m holding on to Jesus, and I know He’s holding onto me.