Annie's Death

Where do I really begin on telling the story of this past last week of March?
O boy! Well Easter weekend we ended up picking up Annie our new black lab mix puppy that was 8 weeks old. Her birthday is Jan 20th of this year. The sadness though is we are already predicting her death will be this new week of April. Most likely if she is not dead by morning she will surely be passing on the next day or so. We took her to the vet on Thursday for an emergency afternoon. She had shown signs of diarea and vomiting. Soon it became a bloody diarea and bloody vomiting. Dr. Ritter tested her and told us she a strong case postive of Parvo. He was able to get her to drink a little and try a little food. She stayed one night and an afternoon with the vet and showed signs of pretty good life in her yet. Friday evening she seemed better and moved around some at the house. However, in the morning she made a turn for the worst. The vomiting and diarea started again with heavier bleeding. Today, we saw that she even refused food and water as of last night, today we can see her bones showing through the skin. We try to force fluids into her and she now rejects. To me and Randy, we both are suffering to see her in so much pain. Even Randy cannot stand her suffering.

Just as I finished writing the top part here, I heard Annie weeze and inhale very loudly through the whole house, so I went to check on her. This happened about 10:10 pm. I just saw her laying there back legs twitching a little, then her chest inhaled one giant breathe and I started to cry. She stopped moving completely. I sat there and watched her suffer thinking she was just a baby.
I went to tell Randy and then went to talk with Sherri. She was there to talk to and she helped me a lot. I went to her church to visit last night. Lots of happiness and clapping, lots movement worship and praise and I was surprised to hear a lady behind me speaking in tounges.
The death however has defenitly got me thinking about the good things tough. Annie is in a better place where she can no longer suffer her pain. And I did the, "What if" game about if she was a real child, that would be more heartbreaking. At least she enjoyed her last days out of a pound and with a family who loved her.
I remembered that Emily actually got excited about a bible verse from Saturday night and she wanted to look it up right away when we got their home. This is what what brought me to feeling better. My thanks to Emily Glassell, where children bring us blessings.

John 14:27
Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Not let your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.