They say that all things must come to an end. Summer disappears amidst a flurry of fallen leaves. And ahead is a bleak, dreary winter world. I do not like winter.
My wonderful little dog, Cowgirl, is going to leave us very soon. She gets weaker by the day. Today seems especially bad. And now my husband and I face a heart-breaking decision. Losing her will leave a bleak, dreary winter world in my heart. But, oh, the joy she has given me over her years with us. I'm grieving for her already even while she is still here. So maybe it is time.
Joy Journal: Cowgirl's unconditional love