Yesterday was an important day in our household.  Rob and I celebrated our 6th wedding anniversary.  Normally I'd gush about just how good of a day it was... but it wasn't.  At all.  In any way shape or form.

Yesterday was one of the most tragic days of my life.  Unexpectedly our sweet fur-baby passed away. He died after doing what he loved and we are trying to find some peace in that.  He was playing ball and had a heart attack.  Rob was able to revive him briefly, but his big heart gave out and he went to dog heaven.

My heart is shattered into a million pieces.  Piston has been with us our entire marriage.  I moved in with Rob in June of 2010... and the day after getting into town we picked Piston up from the breeder. He's been there through deployments, separations, welcoming Grace home, four houses, countless vacations and the memories are all we have to cling to now.

We are trying to remember there is a plan for everything.  But right now we are very lost in the bigger picture of Piston leaving this Earth at just 5, almost 6, years old.

Keep our little family in your prayers, as we have to figure out how to go forward with a much quieter house and a very different routine.

always,
amanda