Oh God, please give him back, I shall keep asking you



That is the last sentence of my favorite book, A Prayer for Owen Meany. I thought it fitting as the title of my latest blog entry, as the past four days have been a blur of crying, "what-if"ing, and praying. At this point in my convoluted mind, I don't even know that/if I believe that my prayers are being heard. But I do know that I will always wish I had my little pup back with me.

Rest in peace, baby dog, and know that you were loved as much or more than any dog that ever lived.