“In my lap I had my dear little pug, the smell of whose ears will always be sweeter to me than all the perfumes of Araby and the scent of heliotrope combined.”
― Kathryn Davis, Versaille
Sometimes God gives us a challenge that forces us to slow down.
This past week was one of those times. I was given time to pay attention to all I love and hold precious, a time to be gracious, and thankful.
A little over a week ago, my oldest dog, Bud, began acting as if he was in pain. Bud has never been a very subtle dog–this was no exception. He would suddenly stop and sit, staring at me with a rather annoyed look on his face. The most noticeable change was the most troubling–for the first time in his twelve-year lifetime, he’d stopped following me–something was brewing.
When he stopped eating and began a near continuous whimper, I knew I needed real help.
Long story short, the vet discovered several hot spots on his tail. I’d never had a dog with hot spots before—I do not ever want to deal with hot spots again.
With the help of topical and oral antibiotics combined with an e-collar, we began our journey down the long and winding road of recovery.
I was reminded how slowly time goes as you sit with a loved one in pain. Bud would settle down and not cry if I sat with him. I sat in my chair, talking to him as I stroked his back. His comfort became the focal point of my days.
I was also reminded of a very simple fact—you can not rush healing. After five days of medication, prayer, patience, and a lot of whining of my own, he was getting better.
Unless I had to travel, Bud has been by my side every day since April 8, 2006. Today, he is resting quietly beside me, awaiting his breakfast, no longer in pain. His tail is better and so am I.
My world is back on its axis–all is right in Hibdonville.
“Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.”
― Roger A. Caras
May God continue to bless us all.