A bad day I had and how I handled it.
One bad day I had was when our friend’s dog died. Now, that doesn’t really seem like a day that would be very sad. I mean, it wasn’t even my dog, but in reality our friends couldn’t take her where they were going, so we took her. She was a Labrador retriever and very sweet. She was very dear to me, and she helped raise our livestock guardian dog to be sweet and tolerant of people.
Charlie was a very old dog, she was about thirteen years old. One day we went outside and noticed that it was very quiet. We found her dead behind the barn. I was very glad that she died naturally, but at the same time I was sad she died here, alone. We buried her in the back of our property under trees and surrounded by grass and the sweet smell of wilderness. I dropped some flowers in the grave and we filled the hole.
That day was very sad for me because I have a very soft heart for living things. That event made me realize that death is common and that I needed to learn to tolerate that sadness. One way I handled it was I simply sat down and prayed. Praying always helps me accept sorrows. God helped me accept it and realize that I had so much. However, I can easily say that I was, at the moment, slightly angry at him for taking my sweet Charlie.
Another way I dealt with it was I wrote in my journal about the experience. It kind of helped me let it go in a way. It also made me feel as if someone was sympathizing with me about the experience. I don’t even know where the journal is anymore. I do know though, that it helped me realize many things over the years as I read it later on.
I did other things to help me handle it. I cried talked to my parents, and doodled; but the things that I mentioned were the things that helped the most. Honestly, it helped that I knew that Jesus was crying with me. Everyone has bad days, and we all need ways to deal with them. We are all different and we are all loved.
The Unfancy Farmgirl 