Worry can be so debilitating. Take our family, for example.
Toe cancer doesn’t seem to be all that unusual for Giant Schnauzers, especially if they come from puppy mills (which we suspect might be the origin of our sweetie-pie-rescue-dog).
Still, the news hit us with all the numbing, crushing impact of a cement truck, especially when we got the vet’s estimate for what it would cost to take off the toe.
We’re exploring options, but it’s not pretty. Gut the budget, put her down, surrender her to the Humane Society (with no option of re-adopting her ourselves, but at least the surgery happens). We’re still waiting on word from another vet as to how much it would cost at their clinic.
The girls (self included, on and off) have been moping and weepy for three days now, and the dog has had lots of extra hugs and cuddles and treats and grooming. Sleep has been elusive.
This morning I’m in a fog, and feel like I’m slogging through molasses. I’m letting the girls sleep in a bit, as they haven’t been sleeping well either.
It’s time to pour a cup of coffee and settle down with the Schnoz and my Bible and remind myself of a few Truths.
Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
— Philippians 4:6-7