I must admit from the start that this is an unusual post for me. True, I have submitted several posts about Carson over the past two years, but today is different. Obviously, I am (Cheryl is, too) crazy about this canine. At the same time he is a great source of occasional irritation…love him anyway.
The Paradox for which I titled this post may not be so much a paradox, but a simple reality.
We adopted Carson after he was a breeder dog in a puppy mill in Nebraska. There are these wonderful people who keep distressed dogs until they find a new owner. And, there are organizations which give folks like us the opportunity to see such dogs who need a home. In our case it is called Little White Rescue (we were interviewed before acceptance to bringing Carson home). So it should be.
We were told he was about three or so years old, but time has shown us that he was more likely six years old. Today, Carson is close to ten years…not a big deal for most dogs. However, he is 95% deaf, is developing cataracts so he cannot see that well, and has a terrible hacking cough as a result of an attack by a pit bull several years earlier. His trachea is collapsing so he has to take steroids more often than we like.
Now, for what I entitled as a paradox may simply be a matter of the circle of life, so-to-speak. Our two grandchildren are spending the night with us! Elliot is almost three and half years and Audrie seventeen months young. How fun, is right! I might add, exhausting, too. They are pure joy.
So, I walked today with an aging pupdog (as I call him) who may not be around much longer, and will engage with two very special children for the next twenty-four hours or so. The wonderful thing is that Carson has accepted the kiddos while they have learned to like and interact with a mammal of a different species. They really seem to like him. To watch their encounters together is priceless.
Well, there it is…my paradox of sorts (but not really). I simply love them all and want them to remain with us forever. We have had other animals we wish the same for, as well.
I am comforted by the words I read in my Bible which go like this, ” The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the young goat, and the calf and the lion and the fattened calf together; and a little child shall lead them.” Isaiah 11:6.
So, I am encouraged that there shall be a reunion in Heaven with man and his beloved animals. This is not meant to be a theology lesson, but a point of hope for future blessings to abound. Thank you for reading and contemplating that which may be.
Like Maureen, I, too, share your hope. I still have my old dog’s ashes with me in an urn. Still these 30 years he is gone and have requested his ashes be spread with mine when that day comes over some body of water. And my hope is he will be there, too, at the house I walk into where all my dead wait for me.
Something so special about our dog’s companionship and unconditional love. Such a beautiful tribute to your relationship by keeping him until you depart together. What is his or her name and nick name?
I named him after the ringbearer Frodo from Tolkien. Had just read it when I got him and I liked his character. Also thought it was a version of Fido, but not sure if that was intentional.
Hopefully he still has the ring.
We are enjoying every minute with our Jenga too. Love him so much!! He is struggling with dry eye, ear infections and diabetes. We do our best to care for him.
Sorry to learn of his issues. He and Carson were quite the pair that summer day! May they continue to accompany us longer than we think they will.
i do share that hope…
Maureen, thank you for reading my post, and especially for you hope. I would say we can count on it. Blessings.
Bless you also Michael