Friday, September 21, 2007

Good-bye Wilbur

Last night/early this morning, out littlest puppy died. Wilbur. He was born second out of the three, but he was so small. He gained, I think, about one oz. in almost three weeks while the other ones tripled in size. So this morning we buried him. Even though it was sad and we realize he was just a puppy, we remember that God is good, even in taking a puppy. That little puppy was the favored one and it was very sad when he died, but God has a plan to make us more like Him even when we're sad. We don't have the hope that our puppy will be in heaven, but we have the hope that all things work out for the good of those people who love God, even the death of a favorite puppy.
Wilbur was so little that we put him in a check, the kind in your checkbook, box.
The box in the "grave". Little Kida was so sad, she cried the whole time Wilbur was on the counter and when we took him outside and when we buried the box. She just wanted to carry him back into her house next to her.Yeah, I know, I know, the cross thing on the "grave" is weird and creepy. *Shrugs* Leah was being weird. :)Little Kida sitting in the chair to be able to look up on the counter where Wilbur used to be. Still crying for her little baby boy.

1 comment:

Ashleigh said...

Oh, I'm so sorry, Ana... this is so sad. :(