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The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away.

About 6 years ago, my two oldest sons came home from town with a cute little dog in hand. “Don’t bring that dog in here. DO NOT BRING THAT DOG IN THIS HOUSE!”, was my solid reaction. The whole time, Daboo was holding her muzzle in his fingers saying,

“Look at that sweet face, Momma. You know you think she’s cute. You can’t turn your back on that cut little doggie.”

And then, I was a goner.

The day she found them, she was chasing them down a back road, running with all her might. Danno spied her, and told Daboo to stop the car. When they opened the door, a thin, dirty, shivering doggie jumped in.

Once home, she was quickly and appropriately named Baby, and a baby she was. She would whine and whimper for your attention. She would cuddle and be held up to your shoulder, just like a baby. She soon became our watch dog, and protected all of us with fierce dedication. I’ve never had dog like Baby before. I know they all have personalities, but this dog had more than her fair share. Every dog lover who came to visit fell in love with her and often wanted to take her home. I’m not sure there’s another dog in the universe quite like our Baby. We will really miss her.

The pain of this tragedy will hit again tonight when my son with Down Syndrome asks, “Where’s Baby” when he gets ready to go to bed. I’ve already told him what happened, but I don’t think he understands. If you pray, we could use a couple of those tonight around 8:30.

If there’s a doggie Heaven, I know Baby is there.

And thank You for letting her find us.

By the way, the yellow dog is back again . . .

BW

PS: Miah, my DS son, took the loss very, very well. This morning he said he wants another pet like Baby. I guess that’s a good sign. Thank you for your prayers.

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11 Comments

  1. Simple words can not take away ya’lls pain, but celebrating the wonderful memories you each had with Baby will be a wonderful tribute to not only Baby, but to the lessons in love, humor, loyalty and patience Baby brought. I personally believe God gave us pets to help us learn how to love one another.
    Hugs and love to each of you,
    Debbi in TX

    You’re so right, Deb, so I’ll go back and add a photo of her at her best!

  2. I’m so sorry you lost your “Baby” dog. I think it hurts so much because our pets are innocents, like children, and they love us no matter what. It’s hard to let them go, and their lives are short compared to ours. It’s doubly hard for you, since you have to explain the event to your child. I’ll think of you tonight and say a prayer to Saint Francis of Assisi, the patron saint of animals, to ease the grief of your son.

  3. Having met Baby personally, I know what a great dog she was. I’m so sorry to hear about this. She was a great companion for your whole family. Hugs to you and your family.

  4. I can barely type for the tears coming out of my eyes and the sorrow in my heart. I can’t express my pain for you and the boy’s loss of this loving family member.

    Three months before my precious cat, Miss Pooper-Do, was killed the Lord sent me a flappy-eared, short legged, fat (and pregnant with 11 puppies) dog to my door step. I knew why: the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away. I still mourn them both every day.

    I’m praying for him so that he understands about Baby.

  5. I don’t usually comment, but I have to for this one. I am sorry for your loss of such a dear, dedicated little companion. I’ll be praying for you and your family.

    . . . and your thoughts and prayers are very much appreciated, Bekah. Thank you.

  6. Oh, I’m so sorry to hear about this! My heart is wracked with sympathy for your great loss, and please don’t let anyone tell you it wasn’t a great loss. I can only think that God sends us the companions we need when we need them, and when their work with us is finished they go home to Him. I’ve seen this happen over and over again in the lives of our family pets. I hope it is a comfort to you.
    Fondly, Trish

    That helps, Trish. Thanks. We are doing much better today. Though we miss her, we still think fondly of her. I had no one to share my toast crust with this morning, but the counter to that is that when Miah stepped out on the porch to go catch the schoolbus, he stopped and patted Jaune (the new stray) on the head, saying, “Nice doggie”, whereas before, he was afraid of her. Mysterious things . . .

  7. I am so glad Miah did well last night, he was in my prayers and will continue to be during this transition of loss. The timing of Jaune “showing” up and returning touches me and reminds me that blessings and prayers show up in unexpected ways.
    Continued hugs and heartfelt prayers,
    Deb

  8. Poor little dog. Even though I’m not a dog person, she was very good at always saying “hello” to me, over and over and over and over! I guess it’s my own fault though, since I encouraged her with bread crusts to begin with!

  9. As someone who has spent a lot of time w/ Baby I must say that whether she only had 10 days or 10 years with your family she had it better there than with any possible other home. I have to say that I’m really sad because I won’t be able to poke fun at Daboo because Baby loved me more….lol.

    She was a great dog!

    Thanks, Ashley. Sometimes when I think of her and miss her, I feel badly for the times we just couldn’t take one second more of her “neediness”! Now, I wish she could irritate the heck out of me like she used to.