There is no greater love

Posted by on Nov 27, 2015 in Spirituality | 0 comments

There is no greater love

We had always promised my daughter to get a dog and so when she was 10 and we moved to Albuquerque it was time to do so. Jason came out of the litter of “tiny tea cup” schnauzers, went to Sima and licked her hand and we took him even though he had a cough.  Surviving pneumonia, Jason did not become Sima’s dog he became mine. He was my constant and faithful companion for fourteen years. His nickname was El Loco and his antics always amused me, such as running in circles around the furniture in the living room until exhausted. He always knew when I was sick or upset and would come and comfort me. Eventually he became senile and incontinent and his jaws became so tight he couldn’t eat. So we started regular acupuncture helped greatly but did not stop the deterioration. Finally, at an acupuncture appointment we mentioned we were thinking of putting him to sleep because he was now having trouble standing up. Jen said, “Why not now?” As she went to get the vet Jason was back to his old self for a moment as acupuncture had momentarily rid him of his discomfort and even his disorientation. For the first time in months he got up unto my lap and snuggled up contentedly, as if to say,” It’s all OK. I love you but it’s time for me to go.” He grew even more relaxed when the vet gave him a sedative and JJ began to twitch as he chased the rabbits of his dreams. And then, as I held him as I had so often before, the vet gave him another shot and I could feel the life leave his body. Never having been so close to death before it was an amazing experience to have a life there one moment and then nothing the next, just an empty husk. JJ was gone.

After six months had passed I finally convinced my wife to get another dog. Sima volunteered in the shelters and took me through the journey to get another best friend. All the city pounds had were chihuahuas and pit bulls. We finally found, on line, a terrier mix at a shelter thirty minutes away. When we arrived at his cage there was no sign of “Beefy”. We left the building and discovered him huddled against the fence in the far reaches of his outdoor enclosure, as far from the cacophony of the barking dogs inside as possible. Because he hid so and never barked he had been there three weeks with no takers and was skin and bones. We walked him and he was skittish as he had been abused. We left him in his cage and went to see a few other dogs while we pondered “Beefy”. I then came back around the corner, passing his cage. This time “Beefy” was inside, at the front of the cage and barking at me like crazy! When I went over he licked my hand. Well, that was irresistible. “Beefy” became Buddy and is now my constant and faithful companion. On hearing this story our dog trainer said that Jason must have been channeled through Buddy that day so both of us could be blessed. And now I hardly call Buddy Jason anymore. He’s the “Budster” and as healthy, self-confident and rowdy as Jason ever was.