I asked my special friend Dottie Stam to share a story with you that she told at Bible study. Her comical retelling of what could have been a tragic incident with her standard poodle will entertain and challenge you. Now, here’s Dottie.Continue Reading
My dear cousin recently lost Ketu, her Tibetan Mastiff. Ketu was a gentle giant. In memory of her sweet dog, I am sharing what I wrote when we lost Corrie, our yellow lab.
“To be absent from the body and to be at home with the Lord” (2 Cor. 5:8 NASB). The hope of a reunion with loved ones in the faith helps us say good-bye. But what solace do pet owners have?
The God of hope offers hope, joy, and peace for any situation, including saying good bye to a pet (Romans 15:13). This hope comes from trusting Him.
God loves the animal kingdom. He took time to create different personalities for each animal, not just each species. No two labs are alike even though the breed has similarities.
God gave people a choice whether to board Noah’s ark, but He compelled the animals He rescued onto the ark. The rainbow confirmed His covenant with all the creatures of the earth, not just humans (Gen. 9:10, 15, 17). God had compassion and spared wicked Nineveh in part because of its many animals (Jonah 4:11). He never forgets even one small sparrow who dies (Luke 12:6).Continue Reading
“But my righteous one will live by faith” (Hebrews 10:38 NIV).
I think standard poodles fall somewhere between people and pooches on the animal hierarchy—maybe slightly closer to people. Besides entertaining us, Max, our male standard, is like Nana, the canine nanny to the Darling children in Peter Pan. Before retiring, he patrols the yard and marches from room to room to check on everyone, including his sleeping poodle sister.
Maybe we feel especially close to our 85-pound buddy because we almost lost him three times in his first three years of life. After surviving emergency colon surgery, we were heartbroken a year later when he was back in the vet hospital fighting for his life. We had returned from church one Sunday to discover an upset tummy had completely zapped Max’s strength. He was so weak his tongue couldn’t even bring water to his mouth no matter how hard he lapped.
Confusion only added to my grief and helplessness. Why would the Lord allow Max to suffer again, so soon? Why would He save him only to have him at death’s door a year later? As I pondered this, I remembered the story of the man who was born blind. The disciples asked their own “why?”Continue Reading
My son and I spent the evening before Easter in the pet emergency clinic. Our female standard poodle had woken up vomiting. Bloody diarrhea replaced her nausea as the day wore on.
Four different pet emergencies arrived at the clinic about the same time we entered. The assistant visited with each of us to rank our urgency. A woman and her grown daughter arrived carrying a dog that had been viciously attacked by another dog. She rightly gained first spot and was sent on to the NC State Vet School.
Next, the chocolate-gobbling pooch was seen. Easter candy? The doctor quickly returned with good news. The chocolate was out. We continued to wait for our turn.
Cosette shifted in quiet misery. She looked like how you feel when your body aches with an acute virus. No position is comfortable. Cosette, usually our little sparkplug, barely noticed the other dogs that passed by her.
The vet said Cosette was dehydrated and needed IV fluids. She had to stay overnight. They hoped she didn’t have her older brother’s dreaded Addison’s disease.
That night, the word “substitute” floated through my sleep. I’m not sure why. Maybe it came because it was Easter and I’d been reading Isaiah 53. But remembering the Bible says the Lord counsels us in our sleep, I mused about how it related to my sick dog.Continue Reading