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My birthday was Tuesday.  Everything was going well until we came home from celebrating with friends.

We were greeted at the door by two little fluffy fidos and not three (very unusual.)

We called and called and Greta was nowhere to be found.

She has been known to be a bit of an escape artist in the past so Engineer hopped in the car and drove around our neighborhood calling for her.

It was because of her that we constantly checked the fence line to make sure the dogs couldn't get out.  We never saw this coming.  She made no indication that she found a place to get out of the fence and we saw no place where she could get out.

Then he drove down the busy street behind our new home.  He didn't drive far before he saw something in the road that he prayed was anything but Greta.

As he came through the door I was frantically saying,  "Did you find her?  Did you find her?!"  He slumped over the banister and with tears in his eyes nodded.

I doubled over and just kept asking if he checked to make sure it was her and that she wasn't breathing.  He had.

We both started sobbing.  Greta, Diva's dog, no, more than just her dog, her best friend and constant companion was gone.  And Diva was at camp, blissfully unaware.

Y'all, if you have had a beloved dog you know what a blow it is when they leave you from natural causes, but to have a dog in the prime of their life suddenly taken from you, it is devastating.

We had never had a dog like Greta before and may never again.  She was the best dog (aside from her wanderlust) ever.  Period.   Best personality.  Best temperament.  Best dog.  Ever.

As a dog owner, I was deeply saddened by the loss of Greta and the impact that would have on our lives.  As a mother, having to tell Diva that when she got home from being gone for a week, that her loyal buddy, that little bundle of energy and joy that slept with her every night and watched expectantly as she returned home from school each day, would not be there waiting by the door broke my heart in two.

I cried for days over her loss and Diva, who only found out yesterday upon her return, has only a couple of days to grieve before she is gone again on a mission trip.

If you are a praying person, please pray for Diva.  She needs peace and comfort.

Last week's menu went down the toilet for obvious reasons.  We will endeavor to do better but without Diva here and a grey cloud still lingering over the house's mood, we may be winging it again.

Here's what I have available to make should we so choose to eat it:

Sunday - Leftovers
Monday - Ribs, Corn, & Green Beans
Tuesday - $.56 IHOP pancakes (check your local store for details)
Wednesday - Vindaloo over Rice
Thursday - Quesadillas, Black Bean Salad, & Cucumber Salad
Friday - Dress like a Cow Chick-fil-A Day
Saturday - Leftovers

This is part of MPM.