It has been just over two weeks since our beloved Aggie went to heaven. It was an agonizing decision for everyone, and it is still hard to believe she is gone. Ryan and our friend Katie were there with Aggie until the end, and I am very thankful that they were both willing to take care of this last, difficult decision. It has been very hard, especially over the past year, to watch our Aggie decline. In the end, it was a decision of compassion and love, and a desire to not have her suffer.
In our house, trying to help the girls understand this death has been very difficult. Before Aggie was put down, we tried to explain it to the girls. We told them that Aggie was very, very old and sick and couldn't get any better. We told them that she was going to live with Jesus in Heaven and that she wouldn't live with us anymore. Faith said," Why? I love Aggie". We explained that in Heaven, Aggie's eyes and ears would work again and that her legs wouldn't hurt her and she could run and play. Grace sat quietly, not wanting to discuss it.
Since then, there has been significant talk in our house about death. Faith wants to know why Jesus needs her dog, and when will God bring Aggie home. Faith has asked why dogs have to get old and die. She asked about a week ago when Aggie was coming home and Grace sharply responded:"Aggie is DEAD and NEVER coming home!". Finally, Grace in a quiet moment while she was looking at Aggie's collar, asked,"If heaven is so happy, why am I so sad?"