Monday, March 8, 2010

Last week Thursday one of our best friends died. He was born on Christmas Day 1997. Puffy was my brothers dog and best friend for 12 years. He was a great dog. And I mean a GREAT dog! Puff was a pit bull who would never hurt a fly. He might have licked a few people to death though if they had let him. His tail would wag so hard it almost felt like a whip. He would whimper and whine when you petted him just to let you know that he was enjoying it. He had a methodical way that he would tear apart a new tennis ball and he loved nothing more than being completely covered in warm blankets.
He is being sadly missed by all of us right now. But God heals up our hurts and wounds eventually. 2 Corinthians 1:3-4
"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion, and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God."
until then, we wait.
Madison said that Puff was keeping her grandparents company in Heaven. I believe that she is right. I think dogs do go to heaven. And I look forward to seeing Puffy again some day:)

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