The Miracle of Life and the Ugliness of Death

Yesterday held two very different events for me, though when I woke up in the morning, I didn't know it would be that way. My girls got 2 baby goats from a family friend to bottle feed and I ran over one of our dogs and he had to be put down.
Last year, we got goats from the same lady. We bottle fed them and kept them until all three died tragically--all in different ways. We're not really set up to keep goats penned up, so they roamed around our barns, which ended up getting them in trouble. This time around, we will be giving the goats back when they are weaned. The girls named them Princess and Sophia. Princess is white with a light tan face. She's small, but Sophia is so much smaller. She's about half the size of Princess and she has a dark brown face and a white body. I finally found a use for the bottles my children never would take. The goats are using them.
I was on my way home, driving up my driveway, not paying attention. I always pay attention to that little dog because he was always in the way! In the year and a half since we got him (a stray that we got from a friend), I have always paid attention to where he was, but yesterday I wasn't. I knew immediately what I'd done because I felt my Excursion run over something. He was alive, but very badly hurt. He kept trying to get up, but his back legs wouldn't work. I called my mother in law and she said his back was probably broken. My husband was at a class all weekend and he wasn't home yet (why does all the bad crap happen when he's gone???), so I called my dad to come and put him down. My dad has had to put down his share of animals for one reason or another, but he doesn't like to do it. Poor Mr. Bo, the dog, who for a year and a half wouldn't let us pet him, let us pet him and try to keep him comfortable until my dad got there. We all cried, especially my 12 year old, who doesn't usually get upset about anything. When my dad got to my house, we all went inside. I petted Mr. Bo and told him I was sorry. He tried to get up, which just broke my heart so bad. I don't know if God has a place for animals, but I was praying so hard yesterday that He does. We've lost lots of dogs over the past several years and it's always hard, but it is so much harder when it's my fault...
Paula