When your little boy clings to the neck of his dog, sobbing because she's going to be put down, it's a sad day.
Should that same little boy be sitting next to his sister's hospital bed begging her to live through a vicious dog attack, that would be an even sadder day.
The saddest day of all would be witnessing that little boy dripping tears on his sister's casket because the jaws of the dog were big enough, and powerful enough, to snuff out her life in one bite to the neck.
I chose the sad day version this morning, and our beloved Great Dane fell asleep forever in my lap on the floor in the vet's office.
I'm thankful for the God of Daniel who held closed the jaws of this enormous creature when she lunged, snarling, at my little girl, without provocation.
Thank you, Jesus, that the bizarre aggressive episodes ended only in a sad day.
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I am so sorry, Denise. Please give the kids a hug from us! I know from experience that this was not a fun day. Martha
ReplyDeleteOurs bit the mail lady. No marks...she had jeans on, and Daisy didn't bite down. We had seen it coming and should have done something before that. Like you, I was very thankful that it didn't turn out terribly worse.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry.
Wow. Now I understand.
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