When we woke up this morning, our doberman lay dead.
and everything in me feels sick. 
I wish I had had the chance to take a picture of him with all five of his little girls. I wish we had had the opportunity to get a doberman puppy before he died so that he could have helped to train him. I wish the Lord would raise him from the dead...
He was only 8. There was nothing, to our knowledge, that was wrong. So the whole just feels ...well, I just can't stop crying.
It may sound strange to say, but he was a huge part of our family. and of my heart.
