I was coming home from a seminar last night and out of the blue I started to cry like a baby. This was unexpected because I was in a good mood. It was a good seminar.
I am really missing my buddy. He was a tough old boy but as sweet as can be. When I would come home he would always walk out to meet me. He was most likely waiting for the end of my
ice cream cone. This was a pleasure we both enjoyed and I could tell he was disappointed when I ate it all before I got home. He was my protector...sitting on the step outside the backdoor making sure that no creepy crawlers or
boogieman would come in the house. When he was inside he was always alert for any strangers or critters outside. When a stranger did approach he was on the job. He would follow me around and the minute I stopped he would roll over and expect me to rub his belly, of course I did.
I am a dog person but I am not one to dress them up or baby talk (well maybe a little). I know there have been studies of how dogs can lower blood pressure and have other positive effects. I have seen the amazing effect the dogs have on the kids at the hospital. I think the amazing thing is that they really can sense your feelings. When I was sad he would always hang around and after a few minutes of rubbing we would both would feel better.
Bones is trying hard to fill the gap. He sits still for longer when I rub his tummy. I have also discovered he would rather be rubbed behind his ears. He just isn't as aloof as he used to be. But he stills pees in the kitchen.
I know in heaven, our
closeness to God will make us so happy that we won't miss anything. So if heaven is this world, but perfect, then I will have lots of
Woofies around me.
