Wow.....what a weekend! Yesterday I spent a combined total of 10-1/2 hours driving in a van to attend a funeral of my aunt who passed away last week. These are the days that you just know that you're not as young as you used to be! We got home at about 1 a.m. today after getting up at 5:30a.m. yesterday to begin the long day. This morning I made the decision not to go to church....when I woke every bone and muscle hurt.......so hubby took the kids and I had a long Epsom salt soak in a nice warm tub.......the house was so quiet...I didn't even put on any music.....after a day just full of noises yesterday I craved quiet.....it was lovely.
I attended two funerals this week.....it was kind of weird because in both messages delivered by the pastors the main topic was Psalm 23......now, this is a psalm that is quite familiar to a lot of people but to have to sermons on it at two separate funerals was a little strange. IT GAVE ME PAUSE TO THINK. I would seem that dying people receive a lot of comfort from this psalm......not that I'm dying...well, in a sense we all are...but maybe I should have another look at it......some of these passages that have been common and familiar to us since we were youngsters ...well we sometimes take for granted.
Speaking of dying,....I think that Tucker, my dog might be dying this week......he's going to have to be euthanized......he's not getting any better and has completely lost control of bladder
function and some bowel.......he's definitely not showing signs of getting better....I wish he would but this has been going on for over a month and one has to wonder if he's really enjoying his life. I hate to see this strong, noble dog end his life in a diaper....I didn't want to see him get hit and killed by a car but this way is very slow.
I realize that having my dog die doesn't compare to our friends having their mom pass away or my uncle burying his wife (my aunt) of 67 years but it's still difficult. I do realize he's just a dog....but he's my dog....and I'll still miss him.