{All Dogs Go To Heaven}

I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that. ~W. Dayton Wedgefarth

I had a really low day yesterday. It was pretty much a blubbering tearful day.

I made a decision yesterday afternoon that I needed to go to Fritz's and see Macee. Chad called and took me after work. Christi met us at the house and let us into the clinic so that I could visit. Just in case anything happened to her that night I couldn't live with myself if I didn't go see her one last time. I had to tell her that I didn't abandon her the Wednesday night when Fritz loaded her up into his truck to take her home with him and care for her. I had to give her a hug, a kiss on the nose and remind her how good she was to me, for me. For. Us.

Fritz called last night about 9:40...Macee was gone and now I feel like so is a little piece of my heart.

My sadness is from missing her so much, for walking out onto the patio and she's not there to greet me, from not having a ball dropped at my feet every time I walk by, from not having my walking partner, for hearing Ella Grace say "Mace" when we pull up to the house.

This morning, a new day, my eyes opened and I feel a little better. I awoke with a prayer on my lips.

I'm asking God to enjoy Macee and to not hurt his shoulder from throwing too many balls for her, pace yourself. Watch out when you sit down with your feet up - she'll be right there underneath you when you go to get up. Give her breaks every now and then, when she's playing she forgets that she needs a water break and a little breather.

If you talk to Him today, will you remind him of the same?