There are times when words fail. At 12:30 this afternoon, our cherished dog, Ralph Alden passed away. For those who met him and knew him, he was a noble dog, occasionally silly and always loving.
He had been ill less than 24 hours, an undiagnosed tumour near his kidneys had progressed rapidly, robbing him of blood pressure and room for his lungs to work in his chest. Rather than prolong his suffering, we knelt in the vet’s ICU, stroked his golden head and flanks one last time and said our thanks and our goodbyes.
As we read the 23rd Psalm over him, the injections to stop his beautiful heart were applied. He passed away peacefully and without suffering, surrounded by his people.
If you have a moment today, would you mind saying a prayer to whatever deity you happen to have an affinity with? Ralph Alden was a good dog. That’s all that needs to be said. God knows the rest of the story. Thank you.
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