For the Love of Dogs...
Three years ago, I adopted a purebred Labels: God's Gift of Humor, Gods Little Critters, Pet family
Sheltie from a rescue shelter. His name was
Buster. He had bad teeth and his fur stuck
out no matter what.
I didn't care. He was my dog. He had a few
owners in his life, and I promised him that I
would never give him up, no matter what.
Earlier this year, we found out Buster had an
enlarged heart. The vet gave him six to eighteen
months. Buster was having seizures that were
probably causing brain damage.
Last Friday night, he had a seizure and cracked his
head against the sofa. He couldn't walk after that.
He kept bumping into walls and experienced
constant bowel movements and vomiting.
My dog was gone. Buster was no longer there.
His body was walking around, but that was all.
I decided he needed to be put to sleep. He went to
sleep on December 21, 2007, less than a month
before his ninth birthday. I feel his absence keenly.
I sincerely hope and pray dogs do get into heaven.
After all, D-O-G is G-O-D spelled backward.
Buster had no worries at all. He knew that I would
feed him and water him in a timely manner and that
I would take care of him no matter what.
In return, he gave me his loyalty and undying love.
He taught me a very important lesson: This is what
God wants from us.
I feel awed that such a simple creature could teach so
valuable a lesson with deeds and not words.
I already loved God with all my heart, without
reservation, and followed him.
And now, I love God even more than I thought possible.
~A MountainWings Original by Michael Dowds
Peyton, Colorado~
{What a Wonderful perspective!}
- Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
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