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Pablo is the name of the dog that lives in our house. In fact he sort of runs the house in some ways. He sleeps wherever he wants and roams the house freely during the day when we are both at work. I have grown very fond of him. I love him deeply. He has been an ideal dog. This week I took him for a walk and a cat jumped out and caused him to jump back. In jumping back his leg must have taken a shock. He pulled it up and hopped on three legs for a little bit and then was back to normal. That incident has caused me to look at him with different eyes. He is over ten years old and I think that his legs are just getting older and bother him from time to time. I went home and grieved over my aging dog. I really don’t like the idea of parting with Pablo and yet I know the day is coming. As I have thought these varied thoughts I have come to the conclusion that life is in God’s hand not mine and I must trust Him each day. I also am thankful for each day that Pablo and I can walk or jog.