Carson

Carson is dying. I know; we all are, but if you know anything about me at all, you know my love for him. I went to St Pete to see him yesterday. He is emaciated.

I fixed chicken and brown rice for him. This is probably the easiest thing for a sick dog to eat. I learned that when he was sick right after he moved to Florida many years ago. Thank God, he ate. I couldn't give him very much for he hadn't eaten very much in 3 weeks since his throat surgery. Tom said Carson ate some more before he went to bed, and so far, he has been able to tolerate it.

This first picture was taken several months ago. He weighed about 50 lbs.

The next two pictures are ones I took last night. I don't know how much he weighs now, but it is no where near what he did weigh. He looked so pitiful.

I held him. I petted him and told him how much I loved him.

I know he's getting old, aren't we all? But, I'm not ready for him to leave yet.

Does God care when we hurt? Definitely. Even when a pet is ill or dying? Absolutely!!!

God is still in control. And, as I have often quoted something I once read, "If I believe that God is in control of my life, then I must believe that I am exactly where He wants me to be."