It's cold and grey (or is it gray?) outside today-inside as well. My fourth favorite living thing in the world went to Yorkshire Animal Hospital this morning. My baby girl, my big, bushy haired, black mutt Maddie developed pain in her hind quarter-hip area-last night at bedtime. After a typically active day-many trips up and down the stairs, she was unable to get up the stairs to go to bed. This morning she squealed in pain just trying to stand up. I'm waiting to hear from the vet, and am nervously aware that among the possible outcomes, some are just crushing to consider. She's about 4, doesn't know she's a dog, loves her family, and craves our attention and touch (and I her's). Not sure if it's theologically sound to ask God to help a dog, but if you are so inclined, I would appreciate it.
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