If was recording a video instead of typing this, you would have seen me chocking up with tears. It is very hard for me to type. On August 14th, my Macaroon past away with canine parvovirus. A few days before his death, he became very ill and would not eat anything. He was barfing foam. It was so sad.
The night of his passing, I took him to the vet; his condition was getting much worst and he was not responsive. So I took him back home and have him rest.
Next minute, I found him dead. My heart breaks. How could he died? He was so... alive. He always howl with me. He loves biting Tuxedo's ears and playing with him. He hates bath but if I give him a cuddle after, he was okay.
I held him there, in my arms, crying my eyes out. I remember asking God, "How could you take him away from me?" Macaroon was only with us for 6 weeks.
I was desperate for an answer. So I went online and came across John Piper's poem, Glorified:
'To drink eternal life, I took
A glance across the golden grass,
And saw my dog, old Blackie, fast
As she could come. She leaped the stream-
Almost-and what a happy gleam
Was in her eye.
I knelt to drink,
And knew that I was on the brink
Of endless joy. And everywhere
I turned I saw a wonder there.'
I do believe that one day I will see Macaroon again. Even though it hurts to let him go but I believe that he is right now in heaven with God.
The very first day that we've met