

Today my Jolie passed away.
And believe it or not, this was an answered prayer. Jolie's condition had rapidly decreased, so much so that I had finally given in to the pressure and called the vet about possibly having her to put to sleep. I have never liked that thought. Unless she was in true pain, I couldn't imagine taking in a live, breathing dog and bringing back her remains in a box.
So today at work, after I called the Vet, I prayed that she be released from her sick body here on earth...and she was. I came home to find her forever asleep.
I couldn't help but cry and it was 3 year old Kendall who took a tissue, wiped my face, and told me it was going to be okay...she would take care of me.
My sister said it best "Faithful as always, she did as you wished."














