Being Tender Hearted

Sometimes I hate that I have such a tender heart.....especially when it comes to animals of any kind. This morning I let everyone outside in our usual routine. I noticed a pair of birds in our Crepe Myrtle....I also saw one of them land on the ground. I thought it was a rather small one and just figured it would fly away if one of the dogs got too close. I was SO wrong. Samson went right for the little guy....and I watched it all. I am so thankful Luke was home and could go get something to dispose of him with (in our house that would be a walmart sack!). So as I watched the little bird take his last breath with Samson looking at me wondering what he had done wrong I cried. In fact, I've cried almost all morning. Sometimes I simply hate being so tender hearted. At least that little fellow is flying in heaven.....now I just think about his poor little birdy Mom! This heart thing sometimes stinks!!!