How many times have you argued with someone because you know your right? You may have even proved it by jumping on the internet and then saying "see I told you"
Well being right sucks! I hate being right.
The picture above is of "Franklin" , so tiny, adorably cute with ears so big you thought he might fly.
Tuesday, July 26 th I buried Franklin next to T-bone my 150 lb pit bull that lived 16 years. Franklin was 1 day shy of 3 months old.
I drove to the only 2 vets in my town and called 2 more in neighboring towns but none would see Franklin that day but gave me the earliest appt for the following day even though I argued that he wouldn't make it that long. You know what? I was right! So tell me how good it feels to be right?
This isn't just about loss, or death, or being right, it's about not understanding why, what happened?
I prayed for 2 days as I held little Franklin in my arms watching him suffer, right before he died my prayer changed, this time I didn't pray for him to get better.
Looking at Franklin and seeing how bad he was suffering I prayed to Jesus just to end his suffering and before I even had the chance to say Amen he died in my hands. Why?