Following Faint Footprints

The advice I got was conflicting. Some folks swore by the surgery for canines with a torn cruciate ligament, some insisted on bracing, some loved prolonged rest, and some said nothing worked. Meanwhile, in the morning yesterday, Honeybun was bearing no weight and miserable. By the afternoon, she managed to walk gingerly to potty. I called the vet to set up a morning appointment with probable surgery, but then the vet who developed the brace called, and I was swayed towards bracing. It is so hard to know what to do when one does not have any expertise and the experts don't agree.

Meanwhile, Honeybun camped out on her bed by my side, where I brought her food and drink. She lay there, in the lap of luxury, not having to move at all. If she hadn't been hurting, I suspect she would have almost enjoyed it. When Lucky went careening out the dog door barking after some phantom enemy, his usual consort, Honeybun, pricked her ears, clearly considered following him, and then with a heavy sigh, lay her head back down. I watched her and decided I will move earth and water to get her what she needs to be able to run again.

It is very frustrating to be in limbo, to not know what is best, to be striking out blindly with disparate information, and no clear direction. I suppose, that is often what life is like. We take a step not certain if we will hit solid ground or quicksand. It does at times feel like a crap shoot. But we are told time and time again that it is not chance that guides our days. There is indeed a plan and a direction. We may not see where we are going, but God reminds us that as long as we trust that HE sees the path, we will be okay.

I pray for Honeybun's sake, that I am on the right track.

Your way was in the sea And Your paths in the mighty waters, And Your footprints may not be known. (Psalms 77:19 NASB)


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