Dog really is mans best friend
Out of all the creatures God created, why did God make the dog "man's best friend"? Have you ever thought about it? I know some people have a connection with their cats, fish, mouse (or other pet), but what is so special about the dog?
As I'm watching "Little People, Big World", tears are literally streaming down my face. Their dog, who they found out had aggressive cancer, passed away. They found him asleep in their back yard.
This story really hits home. I know many people can say their dog has been a blessing, a Godsend to them...but mine truly has been. My dog, a little black and white spotted chihuahua, was found on the side of the road by two of my coworkers in South Carolina in 2007 during their lunch break. They brought her back to the office...she was COVERED in fleas and sores. I didn't care because I just knew she was mine. I had just gotten out of a tough break up at the time and I really believe she was found just for me. I took her home that night, bathed her numerous times, and set her on my couch. She crawled up onto a pillow, sat up very tall, and crossed her paws. She looked like she was a princess sitting on her throne. My favorite Disney princess is Cinderella, so I name her "Ella". Ella crawled up next to me during those many nights of heartache...she cuddled next to me the other nights, as if thanking me for making her apart of my life.
When I moved to Findlay and got married, I left Ella with my mom. Mom had to get rid of her dog shortly after Dad died. Mom and Ella got along great, and needed each other, so I left Ella with her. Very hard decision for me, but Brad had a dog that was used to being by herself, just like Ella, and I knew it would be a difficult situation having the two dogs together. Ella loved spendning time with my grandmother and spent many days sitting at Grandma's feet during her last days...Ella searched for her many days after Grandma passed.
Ella seems to have 9 lives...she been through many doctors visits, and many nights when I thought I would wake up to find her not with me anymore. The last couple years, she definitely has been stretching out her ninth life. She has degenertive disc disease and has had a lump on her belly that has grown significantly over the last 4 years. I took her to the vet one day and she ran an xray.....not only did she find this "maybe" hernia, but she found a couple other tumors and a diseased uterus. The vet wanted to do emergency surgery, but seeing as Ella is around 14 years old, she could not promise the surgery would be successful. Brad and I decided against the surgery. Over the last couple months, she has developed another lump on her front, right leg...it just keeps growing, and another one starting on her chest. Ella has had such a hard time climbing stairs and walking, but everytime I walk through mom's door, she literally runs to the door and wags her tail with such happiness. She knows I'm going to scoop her up into my arms and hold her over my shoulder (like a baby) like I always do.
It breaks my heart emmensly to know Ella's days in this family are coming to a close. God has blessed with me such a good dog...she truly has been a blessing to me, my mom and my grandma. She's had her moments when I wanted to yell at her, or be angry with her, but I would have her no other way. She has served her purpose. She's been there for me through much heartache and tragedy...I've held her close when I know her old body aches and is tired....we've cuddled when it's time to lay on the bed or couch...Ella really has been my best friend. Thank you God for creating the Dog :)
As I'm watching "Little People, Big World", tears are literally streaming down my face. Their dog, who they found out had aggressive cancer, passed away. They found him asleep in their back yard.
This story really hits home. I know many people can say their dog has been a blessing, a Godsend to them...but mine truly has been. My dog, a little black and white spotted chihuahua, was found on the side of the road by two of my coworkers in South Carolina in 2007 during their lunch break. They brought her back to the office...she was COVERED in fleas and sores. I didn't care because I just knew she was mine. I had just gotten out of a tough break up at the time and I really believe she was found just for me. I took her home that night, bathed her numerous times, and set her on my couch. She crawled up onto a pillow, sat up very tall, and crossed her paws. She looked like she was a princess sitting on her throne. My favorite Disney princess is Cinderella, so I name her "Ella". Ella crawled up next to me during those many nights of heartache...she cuddled next to me the other nights, as if thanking me for making her apart of my life.
When I moved to Findlay and got married, I left Ella with my mom. Mom had to get rid of her dog shortly after Dad died. Mom and Ella got along great, and needed each other, so I left Ella with her. Very hard decision for me, but Brad had a dog that was used to being by herself, just like Ella, and I knew it would be a difficult situation having the two dogs together. Ella loved spendning time with my grandmother and spent many days sitting at Grandma's feet during her last days...Ella searched for her many days after Grandma passed.
Ella seems to have 9 lives...she been through many doctors visits, and many nights when I thought I would wake up to find her not with me anymore. The last couple years, she definitely has been stretching out her ninth life. She has degenertive disc disease and has had a lump on her belly that has grown significantly over the last 4 years. I took her to the vet one day and she ran an xray.....not only did she find this "maybe" hernia, but she found a couple other tumors and a diseased uterus. The vet wanted to do emergency surgery, but seeing as Ella is around 14 years old, she could not promise the surgery would be successful. Brad and I decided against the surgery. Over the last couple months, she has developed another lump on her front, right leg...it just keeps growing, and another one starting on her chest. Ella has had such a hard time climbing stairs and walking, but everytime I walk through mom's door, she literally runs to the door and wags her tail with such happiness. She knows I'm going to scoop her up into my arms and hold her over my shoulder (like a baby) like I always do.
It breaks my heart emmensly to know Ella's days in this family are coming to a close. God has blessed with me such a good dog...she truly has been a blessing to me, my mom and my grandma. She's had her moments when I wanted to yell at her, or be angry with her, but I would have her no other way. She has served her purpose. She's been there for me through much heartache and tragedy...I've held her close when I know her old body aches and is tired....we've cuddled when it's time to lay on the bed or couch...Ella really has been my best friend. Thank you God for creating the Dog :)
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