Twelve years ago this week, I brought home my best friend, Alvin. He’s the softest, cuddliest, beagle boy you could ever know. I got him one month after I moved to Seattle.
Truth be told, he chose me. I went to a home with a litter of beagle pups they were wanting to sell. She had the whole crew out playing in the kitchen so I could see them. One little guy came over and started playing with my shoe laces, I loved on him and went to go look at the others but he wouldn’t let me. He pulled on my shoe laces again. I grabbed a toy to distract him, but in true stubborn-beagle form, he wouldn’t let me go. He had made his choice, and I just couldn’t argue with his cute adorable face.
Since then, he’s seen me through thick and thin. He’s loved me no matter what. He rode shotgun for nearly 2000 miles when I trekked across the country from Seattle back to Texas. He was with me when I was single and now that I’m married. He’s heard more of my secrets than any other living being. He’s been an only dog and he’s been one of three family dogs. He’s gone on hundreds of walks. He learned a few commands and will obey them for the most part. He loves just about anything I cook, and would probably fight to the death for Garlic Mashed Potatoes. And he’s the best snuggler on the planet.
Tonight, my beagle-boy is spending his second night in the doggie hospital. He’s hooked up to an IV to help hydrate him and he’s had pain meds to assuage the effects of suspected pancreatitis. I’m really hoping and praying that he’ll get to come home, but I fear that we might be nearing the end of our time together.
I believe that God answers all prayers, even if He doesn’t give us the answer we want to hear. So, tonight I’m asking for your prayers. I am praying that Alvin will be healed. I’d love for him to be healed here and now, but I’m willing to accept that God will heal him so that he can wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge. Either way, I’ll take what I can get. I just want my best friend to get better.
I am crying as I read this, and praying that Alvin is healed. This touched a tender spot for me because our dog is also 12, and has been with me through thick and thin…my first house, single teacher days, married, one child, then two, and so on. I’m watching her get a little more “tired” each day as she grows older, and it is hard to see. Thinking of you-Tanya
Reiki and XOXOXOXO sent to sweet Alvin.
((Tanya)) My heart is with you.