Saturday, our little R-2 went silent. We knew she was under developed but our vet felt there was a good chance for her to come around. I stayed with Moon constantly to keep the tiny one trying to nurse. She was a little fighter, but nature took its course. I watched as she took her last breath and Moon rested her head on the little one for comfort. I did my best to comfort Moon, but I’m afraid my tears got in the way.
Moon handled the situation so much better than I did. I think dogs are more accepting (and open) to the natural way of life, while we try to control things that are not up to us. Every experience has the potential to teach us something and I learned that I am not faint-of-heart, but have a very full heart. Even through tears, I do trust nature.
Our crab apple trees are blooming and it has been a beautiful last few day here. We had a nice little bonfire Saturday night to celebrate life and toast to all that is right.
So, here’s to Moon’s beautiful puppies. These precious puppies will grow up healthy and happy in special homes across the states (and one here with us) for years to come.