In this world there are dog people and cat people. I have always been a dog person.
I never have quite understood cat people, so I can't judge what I do not really know. Until a few years ago I always thought cat people were a toy short of a happy meal, but then my sister became a cat person.
And she's normal.
So what do I know?
I have had a love for dogs my entire life. With such names as Caesar, Bull, Alexander, Pele and my latest dog Reagan. Reagan is a Dalmatian. I bought him as a puppy in January of 1995. I lived alone at the time and he was a good companion, well, except for all of the pooping, peeing and defiling of my pillows that is.
I can remember my parents always reminding me that, "a dog is a lot of responsibility", and they are right. If you're not ready to take care of a dog, don't get one. They can be a lot of work. But a dog is different than other house pets of the feline family in that they take responsibility for you.
They bark when an intruder comes near your home.
They have this instinct to know when you are sad.
They protect you.
When my son Sam would run across the back yard, Reagan would run ahead of him and block him with his body to slow him down so he wouldn't run away...no one ever taught him that.
Yep, dogs are pretty amazing.
I have this theory about dogs that I have never heard espoused by any one except me (I suppose there's a reason for that). I believe that when God put the fear of man in animals (Genesis 9:2) He left dogs the way they were in relational harmony with man. Unless a dog has been abused, they for the most part have a bond with man like no other animal. If my theory is correct perhaps this is to remind us that the way things are now is not how they are meant to be. Perhaps dogs are to be a constant reminder of a day when all of creation will be reconciled with its Creator.
I had to put my dog down today. He has always been terrified of storms. When he was was younger he used to crawl up in bed with me and hide under the covers, but in his later years he has had to weather the storms locked up in his kennel because of his inability to control his bodily functions. Last night's storm was the last one he'll ever have to endure. His fear of the storm must have caused some kind of stroke, because when I got home he was breathing heavily and he couldn't walk. When I checked on him this morning his breathing had normalized, but he still was unable to walk. I took the above picture of him this morning and took him to the vet. I stroked his back and kissed him on the head one last time and I put my hand on his back until I felt the life leave his body. He was the best dog I've ever had.
I'll miss my dog, but as long as we are in this fallen creation, dying will always be a part of living. But one day things will be different.