Bonnie is fourteen years old now and she's still fit and active, but she sleeps (and farts) a lot more and is definitely slowing down.
She loves us in her own dumb way and always comes to the door to greet me when I get home from work. She doesn't 'sin' but yeah, she'll steal biscuits and feel shame afterwards. She's loyal and intelligent and I dread the day when . . . .
If my dog is a part of God's creation, what did she or her ancestors ever do to deserve the illnesses and pain that come their way? What does the massive suffering that takes place every minute of every day in the animal kingdom say about a loving creator?
As beautiful as it can be, evolution is a nasty reality sometimes.