There's been so much bad news this week. Too many of my friends are sick, and, sadly, one of them died on Friday. It's got me thinking about how short and precious life is, and how we have to be grateful for every day that we wake up healthy and able to enjoy life.
My friend Bella was put down last week because of complications from bone surgery on her leg. She was only two years old. The news was so unexpected because we thought Bella was recovering.
I don't know Jackson or Kelsey Ann very well, but when I heard how sick Jackson is, and that Kelsey Ann just passed, I was full of pity for them, and for their families. I also just found out that my friend, Jericho, has been hospitalized with chronic colitis, and Zoe had two seizures the other night when her Mama forgot to give her one tiny pill.
The other night, Mama and I saw a boy walking his Poodle. He wasn't really walking her. He was kind of gently pushing her along the sidewalk. Then she just toppled over. When Mama asked if she could help, the boy told her that his dog would be put down the next day because she was old, blind, deaf and arthritic. It was unbearable to watch that little girl struggle.
I hope Bella, Kelsey Ann, and the Poodle are happy, and having fun tumbling on clouds. And I pray that Jackson recovers, and that Zoe and Snickers never have another seizure, and that Jericho will stop being sick. I pray that all my friends will have a long and healthy life, and that I will too.
Live life intensely.