Heck, I prayed for my Dad. When it's time to go, it's time to go. Me, I can't wait, chompin at the bit. But he's got some job for me to do, and I haven't figured it out yet. Your Mom's work was done. I'm a bit jealous. I'm watching my wife go by inches and it's not pleasant, but I know she's done a ton of good works. Me, I know when I finish this job, I'll get a break, but he's probably going to send me back because I can't figure out near as much as I should. As for Mook, that's because she was needed to restore some faith. Here's another story for the 11 lb wonder dog. Lost for 2 weeks from 25 Feb 1996 in Chicago. Coldest winter in History. Started out for the Old Man's House with the Sargent the GSD when my Dad passed away. When she was returned to me, she was covered in frost bite, nose, tail, feet. 16 y.o.. Trying to reach him as he lay dying. He was found covered by 4 dogs on the back porch. Dropped dead of a stroke, after suffering from Cancer for 6 years. Cancer was hell on him. Metastasized to his brain, took zero pain meds. Prayed often? Heck, I pray and meditate daily. Only one I trust is God. But I love my wife, she's my best friend, when I lose her it'll suck. But I'll go on, because it's my job. I've got something to do. Maybe I'll get lucky and find out what it is.
Pretty fucked up that god restored your Pekingese but let my Mom die when i was 11. It was cancer. Prayed for her often the year before she was taken.
Heck, I prayed for my Dad. When it's time to go, it's time to go. Me, I can't wait, chompin at the bit. But he's got some job for me to do, and I haven't figured it out yet. Your Mom's work was done. I'm a bit jealous. I'm watching my wife go by inches and it's not pleasant, but I know she's done a ton of good works. Me, I know when I finish this job, I'll get a break, but he's probably going to send me back because I can't figure out near as much as I should. As for Mook, that's because she was needed to restore some faith. Here's another story for the 11 lb wonder dog. Lost for 2 weeks from 25 Feb 1996 in Chicago. Coldest winter in History. Started out for the Old Man's House with the Sargent the GSD when my Dad passed away. When she was returned to me, she was covered in frost bite, nose, tail, feet. 16 y.o.. Trying to reach him as he lay dying. He was found covered by 4 dogs on the back porch. Dropped dead of a stroke, after suffering from Cancer for 6 years. Cancer was hell on him. Metastasized to his brain, took zero pain meds. Prayed often? Heck, I pray and meditate daily. Only one I trust is God. But I love my wife, she's my best friend, when I lose her it'll suck. But I'll go on, because it's my job. I've got something to do. Maybe I'll get lucky and find out what it is.