I am moved—deeper than deep—by this story. Because it taps into the deepest place in my heart.
Dogs are major in my life. And in Diane’s. For reasons that are not understood totally but welcomed fully, our dogs—Faith, Caleb and Copper—are with me no matter what.
This morning in the walk Caleb broke loose—probably my fault. He zigged and zagged in the street. A car was coming. Fortunately, not racing as some do in our neighborhood, but slowly. I ran in the street, beckoning Caleb to get back to me. My lack of success probably had something to do with Caleb’s wanting to get home. So I encouraged that, “Caleb? Let’s go home. Go home.”
He did and soon we were all unleashed in our home, with each of them assuming their watch-guard positions…sitting in my home office looking with scrutiny at our sidewalk.
This linked story hit me for two other reasons. It brought back the memory of my first dog, Mercy, an English Cocker Spaniel. Mercy was more than a theological condition. She was a dog who never left me…not to cling but always to support. Mercy knew when I hurt…and when I hurt really deeply. It was devastating when the vet told us that Mercy had cancer of the jaw and surgery wouldn’t help. I remember when Mercy couldn’t make it…the night we took her to the vet. I remember holding her head when she was sent on her way. I couldn’t stop the tears as I whispered a prayer of gratitude and deliverance.
They were tears of great sadness. But, also tears of joy and gratitude for the ways in which Mercy and I made it together.
The other reason is how uncommon the bond between me and our dogs is. In this world, the groaning and the cursing…will it ever stop? Will we find value in the day and in the reality that EACH OF US is a child of God, even though we may act and speak in a manner that only whines? Ah, if only. If only we could live and never spell whine with an “h.”
Here’s the link…which touched me deeply…and hopefully will bring goodness to you…no matter where or how you are this day.