It’s me, Indy.
Patches, my furry best friend, died Tuesday while my parents and I were at Aunt Barb’s cottage. But you know that already.
Even though me, Mum and Pop are sad and blue, thank you for answering Mum’s prayers—the three, I overheard her ask you a few weeks ago.
- Mum wouldn’t have to make the decision to put Patches to sleep,
- Patches wouldn’t feel any pain when his time on earth was up, and
- She wouldn’t be alone when it happened.
And, thank you for giving Patches a burst of energy that morning even though he did steal my dog treat.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.
P.S. Will you please you read Patches my poem?
My Dear Harley Dude
I come to the back door alone,
While my tail drags on the deck board,
And your bark I miss, and that whisker kiss,
And Mum and Pop are floored.
And they cry with me, and they sigh with me,
And they tell me you’re not alone,
For the toy I chewed, my dear Harley dude,
Is buried with your bone.
O Patches, we miss you so.
”Always be full of joy. Never stop praying.
Whatever happens, always be thankful.
This is how God wants you to live in Christ Jesus.”
I Thessalonians 5:16-18 Easy-to-Read Version (ERV)
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