Farewell Big Brown Dog

Last week we said goodbye to this big brown dog. We'd been putting this off for two years but when he could barely get up in the mornings and he lost his sight it was time to say goodbye. His last morning he ran straight into the house with a loud thud. He still ran at a good pace and didn't know when something got in his way. He got into the van and watched out the back window and went down the hallway with the vet wagging his tail, enjoying the trip and being with people.

I wrote this a couple of years ago:

"Ten years ago this old dog came to us by a family who lived in the city. At the time our children were going off to college and the house was just too quiet. At first he was a little more noise than we wanted. He never has learned to stay in a crate or outside when we are around. He barks incessantly to be with us. And that's why he's so hard to let go. He's always been around begging for food, nosing his way into our rituals. We've stepped on him in the dark where he lays in the middle of the floor. He gives us a sense of protection even though he could be bribed with a little food.

I can't imagine not having his big tail thumping on the floor or not hearing his steady breathing during the night. His friendship, his steady breathing, his thumping tail is a calming influence that I don't want to be without. He's learned our habits and our words. He's more than a dog, he's a Good Dog and faithful friend."

Well, now it's been a week and there's no tail thumping in the morning when we get out of bed. There's no dog trotting around the house when we come home. He's been replaced by a little dog who stays in a crate and can't thump her tail because someone cut it off.

But here's the question, why did God create these faithful friends? I have no idea, but they sure are fun to have around and can be a distraction from living life with people, the ones who truly bear God's image.

So they are just dogs, coming and going, but not really that important.