Healing

This week has not been one I care to elaborate on but I think it will help to share what's on my heart. By no means do I want this post to come across as a complaint. I rarely complain on this blog and last week when I received a harsh anonymous comment calling me a mean name and telling me I did complain too much, I spent a few minutes thinking about that. Sure, I may share too much on Twitter but why the person targeted me in particular, I'll never know. Why would someone be bold enough to say what they said but at the same time, be so cowardly as to not leave a name? I started to hurt for those who have nothing else to do but tear people down through the internet. It's sad and I pray for the heart of the person who left the comment. I am one that can handle meanness but others may not be. Others may be too weak to realize it's only insecurities in someone making them do such horrible things. I just wanted to address that before I go on and say to please think before you speak (or type). We all need to, including myself when it comes to social media. We are portrayed differently in words than we are in person and that's never a good thing. We do not know someone because we follow them on Twitter or because we're "friends" on Facebook and we definitely never know what someone is going through by reading a tweet with 140 characters. And speaking of which....

It seems like lately, the minute life starts to look up, I'm torn at my weakest link. This week, that link is my dog and I'm going to attempt to share the story because my blog is a place where you get to know the person behind the camera, not only the people in front of the camera. I am a real person who experiences real life, so here goes.

We have a nine-year-old long-haired dachshund and if you know me or follow my blog, you know he's my best friend. It sounds crazy, but he is. He loves me in a way that a person can't and I'd do anything for him.

Well, last week, we took Bentley to the vet because one of his nostrils was clogged and he couldn't breathe out of that side. You'd think he had a cold or something but unfortunately, dogs don't get colds that just go away after a certain amount of days. The doctor gave us some medicine that he said would help open up the nose but it's five days later and it seems to have gotten worse. And not only that, but his eye has a film on it and it just isn't looking good. We called the vet yesterday and he said it could be a tumor behind his eye, a polyp in his nose, or various other things. To find out, an MRI most likely has to be done and since Bentley has already had two spinal surgeries, the thoughts of doling out more money, knowing we may only find out he has cancer, isn't very hopeful.

As you can imagine, my mom and I are upset. Losing Bentley, who has literally never left mine or my mom's side through all that we've been through, is going to be miserable, even if it isn't for another couple years. The thoughts of waking up and not having him to hug and squeeze make me want to cry for days.

Maybe there's a cure for Bentley. Maybe we're just reading into things and being our usual worrisome selves. But prayers would be appreciated, whatever happens. I know God will keep us strong and prepare us for the worst but if we're looking on the bright side, we pray there's an easy fix. There would be nothing better than having my dog back to normal. Thanks for reading, friends, and I hope you'll go hug your animals right now because they deserve that and so much more with all the love they exude.

I just found this verse and it brings me comfort. "Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go." -Joshua 1:9

For all you photo geeks out there, this was shot at f/1.2. :) I love me some background blur.

It's been a big coffee week and I've had fun photographing it. Can you tell?