Dogs, Gods Choice For Love

Dogs Fur Friends

I love all animals, but dogs are my favorite; remember, the word dog spelled backward is God. Dogs give us love unconditionally; who doesn’t want that?  

Memories from my childhood creep back at me.  We had dogs growing up, but they were “outside” dogs. My parent’s philosophy, although wrong, worked for them at the time.  There was no bonding or spending time with the dogs.

Brandie My Beagle

It wasn’t until I was divorced and raising three kids on my own we got a dog.  Brandie was his name; he was a Beagle pup.  The cutest little guy in the world.  Anyone who has a puppy,  who loves animals will tell you the same.  There is nothing cuter than a pup—a little ball of fur who likes to snuggle.

Back in the day, there wasn’t crate training, no shoving them in a kennel and forgetting about them.  If you are a dog mom like me, you let them sleep in the bed.  On our first night together, Brandie cried; he was in a box.  I brought him to sleep with me. He promptly curled up and fell asleep, and that was the end of the box.  He claimed his spot on the bed.

Dog Hair

A true dog lover does not mind the hair on the floor, in the bed, and once in a great while, in the meals we prepare.  It’s a part of life; we deal with it.

Being a runner, I wouldn’t have minded having a dog who could run beside me.  A Beagle is not that dog.  Neither are the two Jack Russells pictured above.  Sally, the brown and white, and Rexie, who was tri-colored, are two of the greatest loves of my life. Noses to the ground, constantly stopping to sniff, does not make a compatible running companion.  So, walks it was with my Beagle, and Jack Russells. I am a big believer in dogs needing exercise; Brandie, Sally, and Rexie and I were daily walkers.  The entire town knew us; they called me the “dog lady.”  It was a title I didn’t mind.

Rescue Dogs

Rescue-my favorite kind of dog.  Just walking into a Dog Shelter breaks my heart.  The noise, the smell, and the fear hit me hard.  If only rescue meant setting them all free instead of the impossible task of choosing only one.  They all need love; it’s tragic and gut-wrenching.  We can all help, and rescue is the way.  For more information on Rescues click on the following link.

All Dogs Go To Heaven

Dogs can be expensive, and vet visits frequently happen as they age.  A dog’s lifespan isn’t long enough.  They go all too soon, and trying to prepare for their departure does not work.  Anyone who has lost a dog can testify to that.

It is the emptiness that hits us the hardest.  I didn’t know what an empty house was until I lost Brandie and Rexie.  No more pitter-patter of little feet greeting me.  Bodies wriggling so hard with excitement that they almost vibrate off the deck.  

Their passing breaks our hearts, and the crying begins and does not stop.  Getting out of bed in the morning doesn’t seem possible.  What is the point?  Nothing seems to matter; depression sets in.  Everyone grieves their way; there is no set timetable.  I’ve known people still suffering after a year has come and gone.

I’m waiting until I get to heaven; I know Brandie and all the other dogs I’ve rescued throughout the years will be waiting for me.  I can see them already.  That, to me, is heaven.  

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