Nine years ago this summer, my husband and I lost our two Border Terriers to cancer within two months of each other. They were the love of our lives. After countless years of trying to have children without any luck, these two dogs became our children. I can remember sitting on my deck after having Tavi euthanized at home and feeling something break inside of me. It was a true, physical experience. Now I know it must have been my heart.
My husband and I decided we could not go through such pain again. However, after about six months, we confessed to each other that instead of feeling better, we were both feeling worse. We were in the depths of depression. The house was lifeless, too quiet. I missed having something that counted on me, loved me unconditionally, brought out the kid in me.
So, in came the new member of our family. When deciding on names, I had read Psalm 30:5 "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning." There was no doubt in my mind that God had chosen the name Joy for our puppy. The poor thing- what a huge name to live up to. But she is truly a Joy. You will be seeing and hearing about her many more times I am sure.
Our house is alive again. We spoil her and she gives us so much more in return. I am so thankful that instead of weeping, I (we) chose Joy.
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