I’ve been stalling. I have not wanted to write this post. Too final? Knowing it will bring tears back to my eyes? But, I must write. I will try to make a long story short. I can’t make it sweet, but I can make it short.
Friday, Saint, our beagle, was attacked in our yard by the neighbor’s two dogs. Another neighbor drove by as it was happening. I was not home. She bravely separated the dogs – and I do mean bravely. The one that had Saint by the throat was a pit bull. She then proceeded to load Saint up in her truck and take him to the veterinarian’s. I had not met this neighbor before. She showed us such love, compassion and bravery.
Shock that he even survived the attack. Surgery on extensive wounds. Compassion and kindness from our veterinarian and his personnel.
Saint passed away Saturday night.
My oldest son came home from college to bury Saint Sunday morning in my Mom’s timber, where all our beloved pets are buried.
Strangely, oh-so-strangely, I had taken many photographs just that Friday morning. I was trying to capture the beauty of the frost on a crisp, fall morning. The dogs, Hunter and Saint, posed for me, together…which is hard to capture.
We believe that Saint may have been the sacrifice for preventing this happening to a child, adult or livestock. We are grateful for his spunky, happy life.