Yesterday afternoon I had to take one of our dogs back to the
veternarian to have some post-operative stiches
removed. The last time I was in that office was not a
happy one. One of the saddest days of my life was when
I had to take our ailing Beagle "Mandy" to be put to
sleep. We had "adopted" her the day we got back from
our honeymoon from the humane society in Louisville
KY. We had that dog longer than any of our
kids. I balled like a baby. Isn't it
incredible how attached we get to those animals God gives us
dominion over?
So, back to yesterday. I am sitting there with "Nala"
and it was no time at all when they called her back.
As they walked her to the back, she stopped right before the door
and looked back at me with those big sad eyes. I got a
huge lump in my throat. I vividly remembered my
previous trip to the office. I looked through the open
door of exam room #5 where I said goodbye to Mandy. I
noticed the other pet owners sitting in the waiting room with their
beloved animals and wondered how much their pets meant to
them. One small older dog was waiting his turn to see
the doctor. It's owner, a rather large, middle-aged
man and his mother were holding it. He was hugging it
real tight. I don't know what the dog was there for,
maybe just shots or a check up, but I could sense the love they had
for that dog.
Less than five minutes later the assistant
brought Nala back out-stiches
removed. Our canine was so excited, (I
wonder if they gave her a lolipop or something?), we went out the
door and were on our way.
I can remember thanking God for our previous animal member of our
family and once again, (don't tell my wife), I thanked him for the
four dogs we have. They bring so much joy to our lives
don't they?
What about you? Any wonderful pet
stories? I'd like to see if I am the only sentimantal
sap.
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