My favorite picture of Miranda |
Miranda and the Atlantic |
Red and I checking out the yard in Ayden. |
Cowboy followed us down from Minnesota and we have had him a long time. Interestingly enough this week Cowboy has been suffering some medical issues and at his age, 9, he now needs help to get on the bed, limps when he walks, is in a lot of pain, and is covered in fatty tumors. I think his body decided to give out. I am so sad to see him like that and tomorrow we will be ending his sorrow. He needs to rest, and rest will come. He has been my bed warmer, my cuddler, and my best friend. He has rested his head on my lap when I have cried, licked my face when we are all happy, and followed and watched me where ever I go. I love that boy.
Sparky is my other baby. No one would love that dog besides me. He is a biter and barker. He tiptoes to me for love yet protects me voraciously. He is playful and loving but he is a nightmare when it comes to stubbornness. He is 3 years old and is a handful. A handful that I have loved for every minute. He is fast and beautiful. He is a wonderful dog. I wish we could have found the right home for him. He would not do well in the pound, he would bite. For his best interest we have decided to put him down for his and others safety.
All these things together foreshadow my heart with sadness in a time that should be filled with expectation and joy. I am still joyful for my new opportunity; but sometimes a price needs to be paid for moving forward. Change is hard. Saying goodbye is painful. God is good and has a plan for all this to work together for His Glory. Mark and I were given an opportunity to be a part of something bigger than the both of us; to impact a community in ways we cannot even yet imagine.
The next couple of days will be big for Mark and I. We say goodbye to the boys tomorrow, we bring Miranda to her new home on Thursday and help her get set up. We will lock the door to our last home in North Carolina and with that we will be unlocking a new life.
Beth