Spartacus

14 months ago I adopted Spartacus from the Toledo Humane Society. He was about 9 years old and I believe he had a rough life. He had already been through 4 other homes that the previous owner knew about. He was loaded with fleas and was dirty. I adopted him with the intention of giving him a good life (of what was left for him).
Today I had to put Spartacus down and I was upset. I felt like I failed him. He had arthritis, could only walk about 1/2 block at a time. He had trouble breathing and severe anxiety issues. As soon as I would leave the room, he would start to whine. He was food obsessed and could not be potty trained. But he was the sweetest dog you ever would meet. He loved me. As long as Spartacus was around I knew that I would never have to go to the bathroom alone.
But somehow - I know I did the right thing. I could hear God telling me that my job was not to have Spartacus live forever but to make what time he had left special. In that I realized that God was teaching me a lesson. No one will live forever. That is not possible. But to realize that we need to make the most of what time we do have here on Earth. I didn't fail Spartacus. I gave him 14 months of love, security, and attention.
My scans are on Thursday. Hopefully its not an omen that my scans will be bad news. But just a reminder not to focus on whether my clothes are the latest style or whether my hair looks great. It's not about how much I weigh. It's about how I treat others and what can I do to make their journey special too. Spartacus made my journey better.