Celebrating Our Stories – Chapters Filled with Puppy Love

Seems as if I’m always mentioning some organizational project I’m tackling. Today’s post is something I found recently while organizing old file folders containing writings from the past. It brought back warm memories of a special part of my family’s story that was filled with ‘puppy’ love.

     I read one time that a Shi-Tzu chooses her family. That’s precisely what happened the day my husband, Ron, our then 11-year-old daughter, Sarah, and I drove 50 miles to check out a litter of puppies advertised in the local newspaper.

     The minute we walked into the room, the four-pound puff of wiggly silver fur, bounded over to greet us. Her sister, already promised to another family, gazed disinterestedly from across the room.

     It was love at first sight. After a few short minutes of cuddling, we turned over a check and headed home with the newest member of our family.

     We gave our new pedigreed pup a highfalutin, three-syllable name, but from the first day, we affectionately called her Muffie.

     In typical baby fashion, Muffie seemed to sleep all day and cry all night. Within a short time, our resolve to do otherwise dissolved, and for the next several years, Muffie slept contentedly on Sarah’s bed.

     Our house was only three months old when we brought the new puppy home. She quickly initiated the new carpet with little wet puddles, left scratch marks on several door bottoms and sharp teeth bites on more than one piece of furniture.

     We were convinced bad habits were broken when she entered doggie adolescence, barking rebelliously and reverting to even more naughty behaviors. Thank goodness, a wise friend counseled us to hang in there, assuring us by age two, Muffie would be an exemplary pet.

     Eventually, Muffie had our entire family trained. She defined our roles. “Daddy” played rough. “Mommy” was the soft touch on whose lap she jumped, cuddling closely, when she didn’t want to “go potty” on a chilly eve. Each day she waited for big sister, Sarah, who always greeted her eagerly when she arrived home from school.

     Muffie refused to eat popcorn without butter and salt. She preferred her carrots peeled. She waited patiently, eager to lick the dab of leftover ice cream. She jumped in excited circles, running to the front door whenever “Mommy” put on her sneakers.

     Muffie had an endearing little face, a beautiful shiny coat of black, grey and white hair and long fluffy tail. She returned from regular trips to the doggie salon with bows in her ears and coordinating bandana. She loved any opportunity to pose for a photo. Sarah’s high school graduation pictures were lovely, but the one the photographer chose for display was Sarah in her blue letter jacket with an adorable Muffie, decked out in matching accessories.

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     One day Sarah left for college. When she returned home mid-term, Muffie decided it was too much work to climb stairs to Sarah’s bedroom, opting instead to sleep on the family room sofa. Eventually, jumping onto the sofa required too much effort. Instead she snuggled on her sheepskin blanket atop a giant pillow.

     We still called her “puppy,” but in reality, Muffie was an old lady. Before long, she either no longer heard the doorbell or it took too much effort to bark and run around wildly when it rang. Her eyesight dimmed. Cataracts, we were told. She developed a nasty endocrine disease. As it ravaged her 20-pound body, Muffie lost muscle, and her backbone protruded, resembling a ridge of mountain peaks. She began losing hair, and her once beautiful bushy tail resembled that of a rat.

     Our kind vet explained Muffie’s days were short. Although the decision was excruciating, our family agreed it was time to tell our beloved ‘puppy’ good-bye. Even though scripture does not indicate animals, like humans, possess an eternal soul, that didn’t keep me from praying for Muffie. I reminded God that He sees each little homely brown sparrow, so surely, He was aware of Muffie’s plight. I asked God to let her go quietly and painlessly. Although the process of saying our final goodbyes was heart-wrenching and tear filled, I believe God heard and answered my prayer.

     Sleep that night was restless, but as morning hours closed in, I had a dream. Muffie was in heaven. She was young and frisky. Her hair was thick and shiny, her tail full and fluffy. She walked about on streets of gold without a leash. Although she sniffed as she always had on our walks, I noticed, in heaven she didn’t stop to pee on every shrub.

     A heavenly tenant with a long, white beard who seemed quite important, gathered Muffie up and nuzzled his nose in her soft silky hair. It was a lovely dream—comforting and reassuring—I believe a gift from the “God of all comfort” Paul spoke of in 2 Corinthians 1:3. Ron and Sarah also received comfort from my dream. Sarah wondered, since he had been an animal lover, perhaps Noah was the heavenly tenant who’d cuddled Muffie! Her speculation made us chuckle.

     I shared my dream with a pet-loving friend who responded, “Someone once said to me that if heaven is everything good, then beloved pets will join us.” I’m not going to engage in any theological speculation about animals and heaven, but I do know that God’s creation, including our little dog, Muffie, is good.

     For 13 years a little Shi-Tzu’s antics and abundant affection enriched our lives. She taught each member in our family how to love better. Experiencing love opens our hearts up to special joys but also leaves them vulnerable to heartbreaking pain.

     But, wouldn’t our life stories be rather flat and beige if we didn’t allow love an entrance?

Blessings on you and any special pet that brings you joy…

Sue Reeve

2 thoughts on “Celebrating Our Stories – Chapters Filled with Puppy Love

  1. Our “spoiled only child” is a feral cat named Sadie that adopted us in before we moved from CA in 2015. And, even though she has scratched up our once beautiful leather sofas & custom-upholstered chairs, I still heat her wet cat food in the microwave for 6 seconds, twice a day, make a “tent” on our bed after we get up, run the bathroom faucet so she can drink the running water and many more things that seem ludicrous when observed by outsiders (like our company that visited recently who exclaimed, “You heat your cat’s food?!?).

    But, Sadie gets up with me in the middle of the night to escort me to the restroom and, when my mom died three years ago, she sat up with me many nights when I couldn’t sleep. I am so thankful that even though we had “planned” to be pet-free in retirement, God knew we needed Sadie.

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