Our Dog Died.

It's a very sad time around our house. Our Chocolate Lab, Jeb, died sometime today. We were in Destin and when we got back this evening, I sent the 10 year old out to feed the dog, just like she does most evenings. I knew things were bad when she came into the house screaming and crying. She said Jeb wouldn't move. When I checked on him he was definately gone.

Then I called the husband. He is still in Destin, fished today. Fishing tomorrow. He had me walk out and check on the dog again. He assured me that it would be ok if we just cover the dog for the night. He's close to 100 lbs. I can't move him by myself. Going to have the dog funeral tomorrow afternoon.

I truly believe that he knew Hurriane Ike was coming this way and knew he wouldn't be able to make the evacuation trip so he passed on to God's great marshland.

Now, I am able to find the humor in all things, this included.

The oldest was crying and asking about a funeral. She wanted to know "who all is coming to the funeral". Just like a true southern girl. Then we all circled up around the dog and gave him one last ear rub and covered him with a sheet. Then we said a prayer and each said something nice about the dog. At that time the oldest asked if we could ask the Priest at church tomorrow to say a prayer for the dog. Then the middle one asked if they could ask Father Mike to pray for the dog at Morning Devotions Monday. I assured them that it would be ok to ask them.

Now, I just had a question from the middle one. Where are we going to bury him and when we move, how will we move him. When I told her we would not move him, she cried and said "what if the people who buy our house don't take care of him?".

It's going to be a long Sunday.

And I was the only one this evening who DIDN'T drink.

Lord have mercy.