Last week was hard.  There is no way around it.  We all had to adjust to one less dog... and while it wasn't easy, we made it through.  I am glad that this week I can say we are doing so much better and actually feel that I am speaking the truth when I say that.

I've found myself leaning on my faith a lot more in the last week.  I don't know why things always happen the way that they do.  I can't always say that I know the reasoning behind it, but I do know that everything happens for a reason.

Everything. Happens. For. A. Reason.

That has hands down been the mantra for me this last week.  I've put my faith in God having another plan for our sweet puppy and that whatever happens with him in the future it was meant to happen.  Maybe it was to show me I will be okay as long as I keep my faith.

In the past I have struggled with my faith in both God and Jesus.  I was raised a Catholic and still identify as one but I have questioned many things about my religion along the way.  It has led me away from church every Sunday but not fully away from the idea of a higher power.  I firmly believe that this experience with Klutch has opened my eyes to my faith again.  I was surprised to find myself leaning on the idea that God's plan was different for Klutch than what I had originally planned and that I had to stay strong in the notion that he would be okay, no matter what.

I don't know what my future holds in regards to my religion, but I am now aware that if I am willing to give God control and accept it, I can feel stronger and hold my chin a little higher when faced with difficult circumstances.

And if it weren't for that notion, it would have been so much harder for me to move on from the events of the last week.  Move on from the heartache and the fear.  And move into the future.. so for that I am grateful.

P.S. I appreciate all of the support from my last post.  It means a lot to me and my family.