I’ve had happier things to write about. Still do. But not today. No, today I’m writing about the mound of dirt and tulips planted by the first tree on our driveway. I’m writing about tears and what-ifs. I’m writing about the constant cries of animal who longs for her companion, her buddy.

It was a beautiful weekend in Oklahoma. One not to be missed.  Many were outside enjoying the out of the ordinary warmer temperatures for this time of year. Even our dogs took advantage of an opportunity to run past the barriers of our yard that protect them and head for adventure.

Brandon and I started our Sunday on the road at five in the morning excited to surprise the kids, getting home from that ten hour drive earlier than what they anticipated. A one o’clock phone call informed us of Saturday’s events. “The dogs got out about eleven. Libby came home about ten last night, but we can’t find Daisy,” Brooklyn said on the line.

We knew. We knew Daisy and Libby never split up. We knew Libby coming home alone was indicative of something bad. The visits to neighbors had been made. Phone calls placed. No sign of her. Gone.

This family began the process to accept what was evident. A process that is increasingly difficult when one doesn’t really know what happened.

Yesterday, I utilized social media resources, posting a picture of Daisy and Libby on Instagram, Twitter, and a few different groups on Facebook, including my own page. My words, “We’re fairly certain something bad happened to our sweet Daisy Mae while we were gone this weekend. She went missing Saturday. Libby came home that night. No sign of Daisy still. If anyone may know anything, please, please let us know. It’s the not knowing that is so hard.”


Daisy loved a comfy spot- even if it didn’t fit her! Here she is Halloween 2014 at Nana & Pawpaw’s cramped into their cockapoo, Ellie’s bed.


A lady on one of the Facebook groups commented, “Please message me.” I did. She responded with information we knew in our hearts, but details we needed, “Unfortunately I wanted to tell you I stopped by the road on 51B going east….” She proceeded to inform me that our sweet Daisy Mae was lying there.  That it looked like she was hit.

My husband, who has been busy at work, bringing it home with him several nights a week, spreading it out across our table and working hours after everyone goes to bed, left the office immediately to go get our precious pet. He went to the place nearly two and a half miles from our home and found her. There she was lying on the side of the highway like road-kill. He picked her up, placed her in the truck, brought her home and dug a perfect 3’x5’ rectangle, 4 feet deep grave for our beloved Daisy Mae.

This is where I write about thankfulness. Yes, the topic of the book I’m reading, One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp. The author takes the reader on a journey of what it is to be truly thankful. To live a life to the fullest. To have eucharisteo. Vos Kamp explains, “Eucharisteo, thanksgiving, envelopes the Greek word for grace, charis. But it also holds its derivative, the Greek word chara, meaning ‘joy.’” She continues, “Deep chara joy is found only at the table of the euCHARisteo– the table of thanksgiving.


Gavin listening to Daisy’s heart beat. He said he could hear Jesus in there. September 2013


Last night, I crawled into bed, eyes swollen, nose running, tears still falling, and my heart was full of thankfulness for the tool of social media. I hear so many gripe about the effects of social media. The negative results it renders on their lives. But why? Do we let it because of our lack of self-discipline? Nothing should rule over us. I think about the good things God has given us, and yet in our flesh, humanity and sin we distort the beautiful benefit it should bring to our lives. Like sex. God Himself designed the incredibly beautiful gift for us. An act of intimacy, love and security beyond what we share with anyone other than the one we’ve vowed our life to. But what has our culture done? Distorted the pricelessness of the gift.

Last night, I felt the gift of social media. I think on the scripture James 1:17, “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” And I believe the resources I had to utilize was a good gift, a perfect gift to bring our Daisy Mae home.

So today, while I put away her bowl and clean her bed, I’ll think about Vos Kamps’ list, about the sunlight hitting the suds, about the smell of clean sheets and the porcelain dove, that bears the word peace hanging in her kitchen window. In the sadness, I’ll have joy, the joy that comes from thankfulness, eucharisteo. Thankfulness to have had Daisy Mae; how she loved to chase skunks but always lost, how we had to feed her pricey dog food otherwise we’d suffer the aroma of consequences, how despite her very quiet nature, Libby had inspired her to just start using her voice.

For these things, I wake this morning, thankful.

We will miss you, Daisy Mae.

We loved you! Thank you, for loving us!


Summers won’t be the same without Daisy Mae sun bathing on the waterfall ledge watching the kids play.

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6 thoughts on “Eucharisteo

  1. Ouch! The loss of a family pet is always so painful! God planned for dogs to be domesticated & loyal to their human masters. How sad we are when they depart! Praying all of you are comforted by the many happy & amusing experiences with Daisy Mae. Love you!

  2. I am so sorry, Heather. It’s so hard to say goodbye to them, especially suddenly. I know Daisy was very well-loved. It’s just as hard to see past the sorrow to find thankfulness so soon, but I’m glad you are able to 🙂

  3. Heather, I’m so very sorry for your family. It’s so painful to lose a member of the family (and pets are DEFINITELY family members). May God comfort your family and bring you peace and healing. This verse and poem brought my family some comfort when we lost our black lab, Cinders, just last year…

    “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; He rescues those whose spirits are crushed.” Psalm 34:18 (NLT)

    You’ll Meet Me in the Light -Author Unknown

    I know that you can’t see me,
    but trust me I’m right here.
    Although I’m up in heaven,
    my love for you stays near.

    So often I see you crying,
    many times you call my name.
    I want so much to lick your face
    and ease some of your pain.

    I wish that I could make you see
    that Heaven indeed is real.
    If you could see me run and play
    how much better you would feel.

    But our loving God has promised me
    that when the time is right,
    you’ll step out of the darkness and
    meet me in the light.

    • Tracy–
      Our oldest child, Brooklyn, and I read this together while making dinner last night. She broke at the words, “I want so much to lick your face and ease some of your pain.” Barely able to speak through tears she expressed, “This is so good.” As a family, we want to thank you for taking a moment to share it with us. We never anticipated losing Daisy Mae after only 2.5 years. Just less than three years ago we were experiencing this same season, as we bid farewell to our pet of thirteen years, our beloved Bailey Ann. I wrote about sweet Bailey in a post titled “Goodbye Bailey”
      From that post, my friend, fellow nurse, and supporter of this blog’s endeavors, posted the following poem. It blessed me immensely in that time, as your does to my heart now. Bless you!

      My people are so precious, Lord;
      I know you think so, too
      And I believe you put me here
      To love them just for You!

      They take such gentle care of me
      And have such tender hearts,
      Please use me, Lord to comfort them
      Whenever teardrops start.

      They face a lot of battles
      As they live and work each day
      They need me, Lord, to make them smile
      And show them how to play.

      The world is full of people,
      But sometimes real friends are few
      Please let my love and loyalty
      Remind them, Lord, of you.

      And when my final moment comes,
      Lord, tell them as we part
      I was a made-to-order gift
      From Your great and loving heart!

  4. Heather, as I saw you and your daughter this evening at church I thought of the pain and grief your family will be going through the next weeks. I will be keeping you in my prayers. Love to you all.. Kathy

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