thank you thank you thank you

Bullet's grave, marked by a makeshift cross and dandelions.

I can not even begin to describe how all 14 of your comments mean to me. The actual number is speaks volumes because it is the most comments I've ever gotten on post and it shows that Bullet was loved by people that have never met him. He had that affect on people.  I read through all the words of encouragement you left for me & the family and tear up, which isn't a shock since I do it without warning So thank you, readers. Thank you for the prayers. Thank you for simply being there, letting me emotionally vomit all over my blog.

So many of you expressed that you had lost a pet...and it does get better, but never goes away. At some point, I'll be able to see his favorite turtle and remember how much fun we had wrestling or I'll be able to come home and not feel sad because he won't be there to greet me. The happy will take over the sad. I know that as fact.

Even with that knowledge, it doesn't take the hurt away. We are at peace with our decision to do what the vet recommended. Something that helped all of us was a comment by the vet tech with Mom & Dad that afternoon...a puppy's first year is supposed to be the time he was thriving and having the time of his little puppy life. He wasn't, and it breaks my heart. We couldn't do anything for him but take his pain away. It was the right thing but it doesn't mean it wasn't extremely sad.

I still need your prayers. I don't know when that will stop. But I promise to not be so morbid anymore. I need some happy in my life now. Prayers and love supply that.

It's Monday readers. I hope yours was better than mine.