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Take Her Gently

Dear Heavenly Father,

I try not to ask for much, for I feel so unworthy, but I am making an exception to my self-imposed rule and reaching out to you now.

Our sweet Aubie is struggling.

You, who give life to everything, know this.

We were blessed that Aubie perked up and started doing better a few weeks ago; however, for whatever reason, she’s begun to decline rapidly in recent days.

You know how we feel as she stands around, uncertain about what she’s supposed to do…is she supposed to go potty, drink water, eat, or lay down.

This sweet girl, who was once so alert, doesn’t hear the car pull into the garage or our whispered affirmations of love that we speak right into her ear.

She’s unhappy, this we know, but she does, at times, wag her tail, which is her way of telling us that she loves us and sees our efforts to keep her comfortable.

Father, the Mr. and I refuse to end her suffering, so I am asking that You take her gently.

We don’t want her to go, but if it’s time, please don’t let her suffer needlessly.

All we ask is that, while it may be painful to witness, that we are with our sweet girl when you take her.

Please allow us to comfort her in her last moments.

Most of all, please take the decision out of our hands.

We are not cowards.

We simply feel that it is You who gives life, and You who can allow it to end.

Thank you for allowing us the privilege of being her human parents.

Sincerely,

The Mr. and AuburnChick

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