Thank God for Miracles

Okay. I’ve taken stock and I realize how awful it is for me to feel so horrible about losing our dog. Yes I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve spent the last two days bawling like a baby and missing that dang mutt in a terrible way. I’ve taken it worse than DD seems to. She cried the day of, but hasn’t since. Knowing that we won’t be bringing him back is extremely painful as well. Of course my brain understands it had to be this way. My heart still breaks, and then hearing about another family who went through this with a German Shepherd makes me grateful for the fact that Bo didn’t do as much damage as he could’ve.

The woman in the other case died after being mauled by the Shepherd she loved and tried so desperately to save. She is said to have made many excuses for the dog’s behavior that sounded all too familiar. “He doesn’t like that.” “ It’s not that he’s bad, he just doesn’t like you.” Stuff along those lines. I made all these excuses and more for Bo. So I’m glad it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. But like the song says “tell it to my heart.”

Of course in the scheme of things my situation really doesn’t matter. I mean it does, but it doesn’t. Make sense? Let me clarify.

During the past 4.5 years or so a local family has been desperately searching for their son. And unless you live in another world, I’m sure you know this story. Shawn Hornbeck disappeared a little over 4 years ago. His family has been living through hell and never giving up hope he was still alive while praying they’d see him again.

Then last week another boy, Ben Ownby also disappeared on his way home from school. On Friday the boys were found, not alone ALIVE but together! Thank God for this miracle. I can only imagine the things these boys have lived through and I pray they will be able to get on with their lives with minimal emotional damage.

Both sets of parents have lived through hell every day not knowing what happened, where their sons were or if they were even alive.

This made me think it could be so much worse. I couldn’t have just lost our dog. My DH could’ve been mauled to death.

Or God forbid, I could’ve lost a child. So in the great scheme of things, loosing Bo is a minor pain that I should just get over. I think it will always hurt, but it’s not as bad as it was before I opened my eyes to see the bigger picture.

Donica