Dogs make a difference
To the editor:
I was at the computer writing another story. I was listening to versions of “I Saw a Man,” by Connie Smith and Johnny Cash.
A text came across my cell phone that my great-granddaughter had fallen and hit her head. I glanced at her picture resting just above my computer. As I noticed red hair pushed to the side with a pink bow, her bright blue eyes and her partial little smile, tears began to drop from my eyes. I wept quietly as I reminded God that my precious J.J. had been taken to church regularly and was being taught about him and that she would become a loving servant for him one day.
I begged God not to take her from us. As I sobbed, I turned from the computer to wipe my eyes and there at my feet was Tucker. He put his paws on my legs and his understanding eyes brought more tears to my face. I gathered him upon my lap. He laid his head on my chest, turned his head and licked the tears from my cheek. I could see the concern in his eyes. As I held Tucker close, and still listening to the songs, I thanked God not only for sending his son to die on the cross for my sins, but for sending a dog to comfort me. God knew that there would be times when I would need a little extra something that I could actually see and hold close as a reminder of his everlasting love and comfort. Remember, when you spell dog backwards, you indeed have man’s best friend. It amazes me how God devises ways to take care of me. He always places things and people in my life exactly when I need them, whether I’m struggling emotionally or physically (which can be constant, because of being in the wheel chair.)
There’s a lady in New York who takes dogs to troubled children who struggle with multiple emotions and difficult behaviors. And there are people who visit nursing homes regularly with dogs. Do you wonder why all these visits bring superior comforting results to all their lives? People who abuse dogs surely do not recognize who they are dealing with, do they? (J.J is OK. Thank God.)
Mary M. Paice