RIP

I should be getting ready for school, but I wanted to offer a grief and tribute to our dog, Maggie, who died on Tuesday. She was 16 and spry until the weekend when she suddenly stopped eating.

I figured out this week that Matt found Maggie about a year before he devoted his life to Jesus. I came on the scene a few years after that. Certainly she’s been here to greet and welcome each of our children as we’ve had them. Her absence is everywhere in this house and we are all wretched in grief.