Revenge

Today was windy. VERY windy.

Which is not all that unusual for the area I live in. We are known for our winds. Yayness. Wind means that all the trash from my Bozo neighbor blows up against my fence and is plastered there until it makes its way up the fence and over. And then I get to pick it up and actually dispose of it.

I love my place. I do NOT love my neighbors. And shame on me because as a Christian I am supposed to be doing just that. And I know I am not supposed to make excuses but I find it very difficult to LOVE someone who poisoned my German Shepherd. And the bastards made sure I was not there, able to help her. My poor pet sitters! Yes. My sweet Vanna is no longer with us....I just cannot handle it without wanting to jump my fence and beat the flying crap out of them. I also know that I am not supposed to take revenge. Vengeance is MINE sayeth the Lord. But I am having difficulty with that.

Precious one. My sweet Vanna. You were the bestest companion and protector I have ever known. We ALL miss you very much. I miss your goofy antics and your frantic excitement to do whatever I asked you to do. I miss the security you brought to my home as well. My life is forever changed because you were a part of my family and I promise you, I PROMISE YOU, that I will adopt another homeless and abused German Shepherd in your honor and remembrance. Once I get a privacy fence up to insure safety. And yes. I promise I will follow God's command and leave the vengeance for Him to take care of. I am torn between praying that it happens and praying for their souls. What kind of soul could be so cruel and have no conscience?

I am just glad they cannot hurt you anymore and that you are not hurting anymore. The only thing that is hurting now is my heart. I love you. I always will.

 I'll see you when I get there NanaBanana.