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Hi, everyone. This one is going to be short, of necessity.
Remember this:
I stopped in a pet store today… and there was a small light brown puppy, alone in a cage. He came to the front of the cage and tried to lick my fingers through the cage. Oh, so cute… I looked into his eyes and wished I could have him/her. But, alas, I doubt I could handle a dog in my present residence. One day, though… one day….
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This one, I sent to a friend about 6 weeks ago:
A couple of stray puppies were on campus yesterday and I saw them this
morning, in the bus shed there by the main gate. I was taking some
warm milk for them to drink but the neighbours across the road appear to
have adopted them. They said I could continue to sponsor the milk,
though. =) They’re really cute. =) One day, I will have
some puppies… (not personally, mind you – I don’t think science has advanced
that far as yet.)
Early this week, I saw one of the puppies next door, and the other in the arms of one of the adopted owners. The next day, the two puppies were under the stairs of my house with the two female dogs from next door. I took some time getting acquainted with the four of them. Surprisingly, the two dogs approached me and were friendly. I asked the adopted owners what had happened. Their reply, “They ran away.” Today, they spent the day at my house, resting in the shade, wandering to the back, and basically being comfortable.
Tonight, I came home from Summer Grad Consecration Service, and discovered the cute black puppy lying by the side of the road in front of my house. Apparently she had been hit by a car. The two dogs were barking from across the road as I came home, and as I went to communicate with them, their wide eyes spoke messages I couldn’t understand. No doubt, they were experiencing the loss.
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I just came in from laying “Blackie” in the earth. It was not
a happy moment. I asked God if I could see her again, in the New
World. I’ll leave that in His hands.
The strange thing is, the two puppies ran away from the safety of an
adoptive home, where they were loved and cared for. Sure, they couldn’t
run freely as they might have wanted, instead being kept inside or under
the watchful eyes of the benefactors who found them alone and abandoned
in the
bus stop shed. Rather than staying in the “ark of safety”, they
chose to venture out on their own. Rather than remain in the safety
of their adoptive home, they chose the freedom of the streets. And
now one of them isn’t around to make choices of any kind. We have
choices to make. We can
choose the safety of the Home of our Adoptive Father, or we can choose
our own way.
Please choose wisely. Burying friends is harder than burying puppies.
God bless,
Dave.