Proof The Bible Is True

How would I get through Christmas when my sweet dog, my ever-present companion, Freddy Lee, wouldn’t be here with me? I reached over to where he was lying next to me in bed and ran my hand slowly down his back. This is our last night together, I thought, and in a few days Christmas will come without you.

 

I hadn’t panicked when I noticed him limping on our walks. How bad could it be, since he’d passed his recent checkup with a clean bill of health? I was shocked when I’d taken him back to the vet only to get the worst news. Freddy Lee had an aggressive cancer with no chance of recovery. The vet talked to me for a long time. “The only humane choice is to put him down,” he finished. I was inconsolable. “Take him home with you,” the vet said. “Spend one final night together.”

 

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