It is January 2nd . Last night we lost a good friend. Angus was about 15 which I know is pretty old for a dog. I do know that . But it is still very sad. Especially to have to see your big 18 yo son crying his eyes out at the loss of his dearest fur-friend. They grew up together! We posted a pic on FB last night and asked for prayer. There is something comforting about knowing people are praying for you when the hard times come.

I look out at his house and bowls today with a heavy heart. I see the Blue Jays coming and calling out to each other from the trees. And I smile a little remembering how he would just lay and watch them come eat his left over dry food. We wondered sometimes if he left food for them because he enjoyed their company . He was sweet natured and just an all around good dog. Brindle coat and big square pit-bull head. He was a rescue . A lady found his litter in a pasture and was giving them away at a Memorial Day festival. We already had 2 dogs and I thought my hubby was crazy for getting a puppy. But in retrospect I am glad he did ! He was a good dog and We loved him well for 14 long years. He is the last dog from before we got saved. What a sweet old guy . We will all miss him!