So it has happened. The dreaded day.
Our sweet Tiffany that I told you about here is gone. The most beautiful dog, ever.
The past few weeks she has been taking little walks in the front yard when she knows we are not home. She never left the yard, in 18 years... with the exception of the one time she was talked into running away with another dog of ours. Some say that dogs and cats run away when they know they are getting ready to die...
Last night, we came home from going out to eat after church, my brother, SIL, their nephew and I turned on our street and two men were standing by the curb. I thought this was odd since it was about 10:45 PM. I said, "maybe we should call the police..." since that is the answer to all strange men standing by your street. I looked down and there she was. My mind didn't quite register that that was her until we drove down a our street and then I just moaned and cried.
She had wandered down the street and was hit by a car. Two neighbors pulled her out of the street and took care of calling the police and animal control for us.
As our family sat together, we cried over her and prayed and thanked God for this special gift He gave us. He fashioned the perfect dog for us. May sound far fetched to some, but God cares about even the smallest things in our lives.
She was our baby. We grew up together. Our house will be lonely without her.
(Asleep Christmas morning after a gift opening.)