Aiden and daddy made me a cake to cheer me up.
I really don’t have the words for all of the kind encouragement I received with our horrific Macy situation. Thank you. So many of your emails and comments just had me in thankful tears. I felt so loved and wrapped up. I have such a sensitive spirit and doing this to something I care about so much has really rocked me. I still can’t think about it with.out just a paralyzing sadness. Being completely transparent I still have a lot of sadness, guilt and anxiety over this even though by some joyous miracle I think she is going to be okay. I am not someone who worries really ever, so now this new paranoia is an unwelcomed feeling. Praying it fades, praying He will cover my guilt. We take her back tomorrow to get all her bloodwork done again but overall she hasn’t skipped a beat.
Here is an excerpt from my hubby’s blog: (read whole post here)
“How can this be?
She wanted to play outside as soon as we got home. She drank a little and wanted to play. What? How? I dare you to google “Heat Stroke Dog” and “Temperature Inside Car” and “I Accidentally Left My Dog in Car”
Dogs don’t survive this sort of trauma.
Why did Macy?
Well I can’t explain it. I’m just so thankful she is here. I’m thankful to the vet, to the timing of my random trip outside, to the water that brought her temp down.
There are 2 ways to describe this event.
Either my dog was lucky OR
God saved her.
In a world of sick kids, war and diasease, pain and suffering, why do I have the nerve to say God saved my (soul-less) dog? Because I believe God would want me to give Him credit for something He may or may not have done, than for me to give glory to luck and chance and timing.
For me, this isn’t about a dog. This is about wondering why in the world God would CHOOSE to save this dog.
Why does Josh Hamilton toss a ball up into the stands, just like he has done hundreds of times, and this time, a fan standing next to his 6 year old son, fall over and die? Why this time?
Why does a man get shot in the face by a gunman and live? Because as a child this man had cancer in his nose and had a titanium plate implanted which was EXACTLY where the bullet hit and simply bounced off. Years ago, when this boy got news of his cancer did his parents pray to God, “God, why us?” “Why him?” Oh if we only knew what God knows. The cancer saved his life.
Last week, why was I frustrated that the back seat window wouldn’t roll up in our Tahoe? Because I knew we didn’t have the $500 to fix it. Why did the temperature not get as hot as it should have in our Tahoe and subsequently kill Macy? Because the window was broken.
I conducted an experiment today with thermometers in the Tahoe – parked in the same place – at the same time -12:30-3:30pm. The temp maxed out at 125 degrees. It must have been a miracle.
I’m glad I have a Father who even sees birds that fall from the sky (Matthew 10:29).”
Here she is. I’m sorry again Macy, mama loves you…
I am constantly reminded why I love blogging. Sharing your life with people, your heartaches, your triumphs…it’s such a beautiful thing. Thank you for being a part of our life.
I am truly grateful for each one of you.