He wasn't my dog. Dogs weren't my thing. Yet somehow he belonged in our family. The last 2 years have been rough on him. For a while I worried. I worried about all of us. He wouldn't come near my bedroom door for a year. Then, he would just sit and stare at me from the hallway. But this spring, one morning.....
He jumped up on the bed. And we both kind of wondered what would be next. And then he came and laid his head down on my Bible while I read. And somehow I knew that in the end we were all gonna be ok.
This is him most mornings now. He has a new routine. A new side he prefers. He's a momma's boy. Never saw that one coming. Sometimes we don't see the good things coming. The hurt and the pain tend to cloud what's really right in front of us. Family, friends, life....all waiting on us to come back around when the time is right. Thankful.
This made me all teary...thank you for sharing the blessings, even on the tough days. A sweet puppy who thinks you hung the moon? Definitely a blessing. Give him a hug for me. :) Love you!
ReplyDeleteThank you Mel :) He has been with us for almost 8 years and I am thankful for him ever so much. Love you!
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