A week ago, one of my best friends, at the age of 11.5, was shipped for slaughter. I did not find out until today and it hit me like a rock.
Dottie was a bottle baby out of my grandparents herd that I was given. We very quickly became best friends, since she needed to be fed a bottle twice a day.
Looking back on it now, I believe God gave me Dottie as like a telephone line to him. Every time I was with her, I spoke to God, and of course my grandparents. He blessed me with her to stay closer to him. She was the sounding board that I would tell all of my crazy ideas to. Whether I was mad, sad, happy, boy crazy, whatever it was, Dot heard about it. What I am going to do now that she is gone, I have no clue, but maybe that's why he gave me a puppy named Diesel, just as my other best friend was leaving.
Dottie, enjoy the green pastures of heaven, tell everyone I love up there hi for me. And please take care of yourself until we meet again.
