
We went to a summer retreat called Sandy Cove during the week of 4th of July. Mid week everything was going good until my parents sat us kids down to tell us that our greatest dog in the world died. I didnt believe it at first, I felt like I lost my best friend. I didnt understand when we left Nana she was just fine. The vet said that our dog Nana had a stroke and that her brain was not functioning. He said that every move she made hurt her and when he called her name "Nana" she didnt even move her eyes, nothing happened. The vet called my dad to say there is nothing we can do, and suggested putting her down.
Now the whole time this was going on we had no clue that our dog was dieing. In my heart I think that our parents didnt want to ruin our vacation. They told us before they left to go home and bury her and one of the camp counselors that we are close to stayed with us.
The next day I didnt want to do anything. May dad told me that I should and latter on in that day I couldnt get why God picked our family and why our dog? Why? I didnt understand why? I will never see her again. My dad explained it so clear to me, I really cant remember everything he said but what he did say stopped my crying and it gave me a peace.
Then later that day we got a called that my dad's dad, my grandfather had a heart attack. Thankfully it was a mild one but needed surgeries, it was scary. He made it through. I learned a double lesson that week. God is in control and that He knows what He is doing. I miss my dog terribly but if I had to pick who to live it would be my grandfather. I love my grandfather so much. I am asking for a puppy for Christmas.