We Give Our Hearts to Dogs to Tear

This post is not exactly about the book We Give Our Hearts to Dogs to Tear by Alston Chase, though it certainly can relate. Last night I was up late because I couldn't sleep because Matt was in the Cities and I missed him (sappy, I know). So I stayed up reading my current book, I Thought You Were Dead by Pete Nelson. Though some things in the book are questionable and bother me, it's still a pretty good book. I'll only talk about the dog part on here though. In the book the main character (who is from MN, so for all my fellow Minnesotans it's kind of fun to read about his references in the book) has a dog named Stella and as you can probably guess and I'll I'm really going to say about it is Stella was put down last night. And I bawled it was so sad. I don't know why I let myself read these books when I have two dogs! It just made me want to stay up all night and cuddle them and tell them even more often than I do that they should never die. I'm not sure how many times I've made them promise not to die, but something tells me they probably won't keep that promise and it makes me sad :( So I'm excited to get home tonight and play with them lots because this morning was just not enough time!

I'll leave y'all with part of a poem by Rudyard Kipling that's in my We Give Our Hearts to Dogs to Tear book:

The Power of the Dog

There is sorrow enough in the natural way

From men and women to fill our day;

And when we are certain of sorrow in store,

Why do we always arrange for more?

Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware

Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,

With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)

When the spirit that answered your every mood

Is gone --wherever it goes-- for good,

You will discover how much you care,

And will give your heart to a dog to tear.