This week I'm thankful for this story sent by a friend who thinks of me, knowing that I enjoy reading about dogs. I'm thankful for thoughtful friends.
After reading this story, I'm thankful for puppy size :-) Ok, my dog is not a puppy anymore. But she'll always be a puppy in my heart...
This is a terrific story. You will know what this little girl is talking about at the end.
"What is it she keeps asking for?" the volunteer asked.
"Puppy size!" replied the mother.
''I know... we have seen most of them," the mum said in frustration...
Just then Danielle came walking into the office.
"Well, did you find one?" asked her mum.
"No, not this time," Danielle said with sadness in her voice. "Can we come back on the weekend?"
"You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there's always a supply," the volunteer said.
Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. "Don't worry, I'll find one this weekend," she said.
Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning. By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that housed the smaller dogs.
Tired of the routine, mum sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see the animals during times when visitors weren't permitted.
One by one she said, "Sorry, but you're not the one." It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup. The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.
"Mum, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!" She screamed with joy. "It's the right puppy size!"
"No not size... The sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed," she said.
"Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sigh!"
The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mum didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did a little of both.
They are the sighs of God. Take the time to stop and listen; you will be surprised at what you hear.
"Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.'
When I sigh in boredom, she'll pay me a bit more attention. Of course, this sigh doesn't work all the time.
When I keep sighing after dinner, she'll know I want my dessert.
What do you sigh for?