Wednesday, April 1, 2009
The dog we left behind
It's not easy leaving a dog behind, but we felt we had no choice with Maggie Mae, our ten year old golden retriever who has epilepsy, weird (benign) lumps all over her body, and frankly, is not the brightest mongrel we've ever known (she never did figure out our car's sound or smell or whatever most dogs recognize about their owners' vehicles, and used to bark ferociously at us whenever we came home). So one of our biggest worries, when it was time to leave for Hong Kong, was where was Maggie Mae going to go?
Well, the perfect family adopted her. Three kids. They live on a lake (Maggie loves to swim) and at long last, Maggie has a doggie playmate and sleeping buddy. (We were a one-dog, one-cat family, and the cat always had the upper hand in our household)
This week they sent us this picture. (Maggie is the smaller, darker dog with the expression of total bliss on her face)
For great is your love, reaching to the heavens; your faithfulness reaches to the skies. -- Psalm 57:10