February 7, 2007
On Sunday, January 7, 2007, my son Justus discovered that his beloved pet, Patch, was dead. She was old, real old. In fact, we're not exactly sure how old she was.
Saturday night... everything's the same.
Sunday morning... life changes forever.
I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking that there's no way you can derive some spiritual truths from the death of a dog. Especially when that dog is your son's beloved pet.
Well, you're wrong. Dead wrong.