"He was just a dog," some may say. True enough, but the beautiful 80-pound golden retriever was my dad's only companion since my mom, his wife of 52 years, died. My dad and Luke drove down to take me to breakfast. Nothing was different. Luke was running around the yard just like always. We all got in the car to go. We drove for 5 minutes and then parked in front of the restaurant. My dad opened the back door to let Luke out again, but he was dead. That was it. Not a sound, not the faintest idea that anything was amiss.
Death seems to be a constant companion in my life these last few years. As I write this, a good friend of mine is "on Heaven's front porch", not expected to live more than a week. I pray that when my friend takes her last breath, it will be as painless as uneventful as Luke.
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From what I've read, your friend did enter heaven pretty close to painlessly. You might have information I lack on that, however. Nonetheless, I mourn with you and all her other friends.
Oh, sweet Jennifer, I am thinking of you today as Nichole has gone to be with our LORD.
Cathy
hey jen, so very sorry about Nichole. FYI, my mother in law passed away this morning, so I will not be able to attend Nichole's funeral. If you could please pass on my condolences, that would be great. Thanks, Cherie
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