Last night I lost my pretty girl.
One moment she’s clearing her throat. The next, she is gone.
She was not a young dog. A cataract was slowly growing in one eye. I suspected her hearing might be waning (though she could hear a bag of chips opened in the kitchen from the second floor!)
She woke me each morning with her “dog breath” and tail wagging. She slept in our bedroom, often annoyed when we turned on the lights after she had retired for the evening. She faithfully greeted me when I came home, giving me a look that the “guys” had forgotten to let her out!
I knew she would not live forever. I thought I would have time to mentally prepare.
That did not happen.
A couple of minutes of increasingly labored breathing followed by a trip to the doggie ER would reveal cancer. Her lungs were full of it. By the time the vet could figure it out, she was leaving us.
I bawled like a baby.
A very ugly cry I’m sure. My husband held me tight through his own tears. The people in the waiting room probably thought we were crazy.
Anyone at a Vet ER in the wee hours of the morning probably “gets it.” In our waiting, another pretty girl came in. A black Chow. Within minutes her owner was told she wouldn’t survive the necessary surgery. She was fifteen. They had to put her down.
The tough guy owner cried. I cried. Again. I suspected we’d be next.
For about an hour it looked like she was “recovering.” It gave me and my husband time to hold her. Hug her. Love her. One last time. She had our undivided attention, just as she liked.
The labored breathing began again. And then I knew.
I read somewhere that the most important lessons in life you can learn from a dog. She taught me much.
The value of a nap. Unconditional love. God’s love for me even in the “smaller things” in life.
You see, we lost her once. She got spooked and took off running.
She was gone for nine days.
We put up fliers. Put ads in the papers. Offered a reward. Searched shelters.
My prayer was that she’d been picked up by some nice family and not hit by a car.
We got phone calls of sightings. We just missed her several times. Even customers from my pharmacy searched for her.
One night it stormed terribly. My girl was out there. I lay in bed sobbing.
Just weeks prior, we received news that my oldest son had a clean bill of health. We had gone back and forth to the Aflac Cancer Center after receiving a very rare diagnosis. So grateful, I figured I shouldn’t mourn my dog because God spared my child.
Grace came via a local mail carrier. She saw our dog and knew she didn’t live at that house. The mailman called the number on our flier. My husband rushed over.
I waited. No phone call. I resigned myself that she was gone. The garage door went up and my hubby came in holding the most beautiful, matted, tick infested bundle I had ever seen.
God gave me my dog back. This picture was taken just last week. She never liked having her photo taken. I guess she decided to humor me one last time.
Two wags of a tail and her smile made all her bad deeds go away.
She stole the cat’s food. Ripped napkins on the floor. Dumped her food out so she could pick out the prime pieces she wanted!
Noel, was my Christmas gift in 2004. I’ve been blessed with many gifts in my life. Many “expensive” gifts.
But she by far, was one of the best.
That day we rode to Ball Ground, Georgia and she let my young boys love all over her, I knew she was The One.
My pretty girl. Sabrina Noel. We love you. You Blessed Us!
Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 1 Corinthians 13: 4-7 NKJV