Our pain right now is more than anyone should have to bare. I am finding that keeping my eyes on God continuously eases that pain, mends my broken heart and gives me hope. Today is going to be another hard day for Tom and I. I write this post with great sadness but continue to stay focused on God’s grace and truth.
Thirteen years ago I paid half price for a cantankerous puppy with a overbite. This dog, my Sampson, has been by my side ever since.
He was my first go around with taking care of something other than myself.
He has been there and has kept me company during many holidays and special occasions when I missed my family terribly.
He and I have been through the best and worst of times together.
He allowed me to train him as he trained me.
He has been my constant companion with travels across the country, hikes deep into the Oregon wilderness and lots and lots of swim time in any body of water he could find. We even had a little adventure being swept away in the Nisqually River, where I had to use everything I knew about swift water rescue to retrieve him.
He has adjusted to many relocations and has always marked his territory in the most loving of ways, by resuming his position on the bottom left corner of my bed.
He has eaten many things that were not labeled “dog food” including countless pairs of underwear, which he then graciously would give back after they made their way through his digestive system.
He was the one that put his head on my pregnant belly, gained an extra 15 lbs of sympathy weight and sat protecting my new arrival through blackout storms and sleepless nights.
He allowed Anna to squeeze his face, pull on his ears and tail, crawl over him, dress him up, love on him and pull his leash in any direction she pleased. He would follow graciously and would entertain her by rolling over on his back and stretching while she laughed out loud at his antics.
He has caught, chased and swam after thousands of tennis balls. THOUSANDS!
He has nudged me in all the right directions while I made attempts to find Mr. Right and then finally nudged me right into Tom, his all time favorite.
He helped to blend our family by being the perfect family dog and allowing everyone to throw him a ball, give him a treat or to snuggle up when needed.
He has been gentle and loving in all the right ways.
He has given me and my family unconditional love and has been my constant companion.
He has been the best dog and I’m so glad that I got to be his person. I am sure going to miss him. Today, at ten, he is going to run, with no aches or pains, towards Anna and Abigail. They, with arms opened wide, will be so excited to see their big dog. The thought of their reunion brings joy to my broken heart. Just as he has taken care of me he will now take care of my girls.
I sure hope there are lots of tennis balls in Heaven!