She was Loved

Psalm 56:8      
     You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.    

God care for Kenna's beautiful little soul and grant me the courage and strength to emulate her ability to be a positive impact on the lives of people I encounter.
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Today marked the 60yh day of Kenna missing and I had told myself I would stop actively searching on the 30th day. I've posted her on every missing site I could and they will stay for 90 days I'm told.

Every person that met my little dog fell in love with her.  Even those that were not 'dog people' found her to be a tolerable exception.  She was happy to see me when I came home, if I cried she nuzzled me, she stayed in every room I was in but didn't demand a lap she just wanted to be with me.  It wasn't until she was gone that I realized what a beautiful addition to my life she was. 

We had our own communication system.  We may have spoke different languages but we still understood each other.  It was funny, on work days she didn't fuss at all with me leaving as she knew I was going to make the dough for her kibbles.  Give me a day off though and she'd start to give this little whine as I was getting ready.  She knew those days were her time not work time and she wasn't happy at all to be without me.  Oftentimes I felt equally connected and just brought her along.

She was never a burden.  Never...she was peace and joy and comfort and hope and I wouldn't give up even one day I had with her.  I only wished I had many more.

It's time for me to put the hope of her return to rest. Thank you all for prayers for her.