Today dear sisters was a very difficult day. Our dog of 14 years, Nicolas, died. His health has been declining for a long time but after suffering a stroke early this morning we knew it was time to let go. The process took a toll out on myself and my husband, but it was also very difficult for our 6 year old. She kept saying, I wish no one ever had to die. Don't we all? How many of us who have lost a loved one, would do almost anything to bring them back again. Personally, the closest I've come to this kind of loss is when my Grandfather died back in 1993. I never did get to say goodbye. After staying strong while managing to get myself and my sister packed and on a flight to Tampa, when I saw his body lying in there in the casket I broke down terribly. I grabbed his jacket and kept screaming, "Grandpa, Grandpa!". His death wasn't real until I saw him. That's why I hate viewings. Death is a nece...
Up front and honest confessions of this gal's sinful heart