Rogue

So I know it was only a few weeks ago that I posted about my dog, Rogue. Well I am glad I did because he died Thursday night in our back yard. This week was crazy ever since Clara cut her finger. It just kind of threw me out of my groove and she had thrown up quite a bit after she came out anesthesia so I didn't let Rogue in the house on Thursday. He died alone which completely breaks my heart. I guess in a way it is a blessing that he died outside and not inside where my kids would have seen him or even found him dead. He was a good dog. I cried like a little baby for two days. Dave called me on Friday and said it seemed strange that he would come home from work and the dog wouldn't be there. He was part of our family. Dave gave him to me for our first anniversary. Rogue laid by the couch when I had a few miscarriages and surgery to try to get pregnant. He was so hyper but for some reason he could sense when things were amiss.

(This is Lauryn digging the grave)

The kids have handled it very well as kids usually do. Cameron is most concerned that we now have no pets. The girls just think he will come back tomorrow. We took his body up to our cabin in southern Utah and buried him there. Clara asked me if he would grow. Dave and I (mostly Dave) dug a big hole and then we put him on his pillow that he loved and we let the kids help bury him. They were a little confused but it gave us the opportunity to teach about the spirit and the body and the resurrection. (dogs are resurrected...right? All dogs go to Heaven after all.) I am grateful for a husband who loves either me or the dog or maybe both of us enough to drive six hours in one day just to bury our dog. It made all the difference to me to have him in a special place.

We love you Rogie! Rest in Peace!