~ Sadie Beau Hunkous, my final heartbeat ~
If trouble comes in three’s, the farm and I should be safe for a while. A very long while, please God.
Today it was Sadie Beau Hunkous taking the rest of my battered and shattered heart. If you’re one of those people who don’t understand how animals are
part of the family, then I reckon you might just not have a heart to batter and shatter. I’m not sure I have a heart any longer; in November it was Sam P. Spade, Secret Agent Angel, in January it was Hattie Cat and the black month of February has taken Sadie. For the first time in twenty-five years I am without a dog and am weak with grief . Please God, I need a respite for even with Your great strength, I find it nigh impossible and have barricaded myself behind a locked gate and door until I’m able to cope again. It’s not just the death of the animals, it’s the death of the dream from the days of Dave. P’raps God has a new dream, a new vision and time will tell. This week, there are things I’m committed to and will do my duty but no more than my duty. I am not able.
Leave me to my grief.