Gifts can come to us in different ways and forms. Some refer to gifts as presents, some “awards”, or even recognition for a job well done can be considered a form of gift. Then there’s the “just because” gift, whatever form, my definition is a little different, and after reading this perhaps you’ll agree! Let’s just say I received a “gift” from a higher source… A gift from above!
Back in October, we had lost our little boy, Chewey, our 14 year of Shih Tzu. He was my very first long term pet, one that was always by my side. My grief was unusually heavy, I had suffered a few losses within the last year and his death really hit home hard. My husband and I were barely able to function the first few days afterwards. All I could envision was my little boy, closing his eyes and taking his last breath. I had made him a promise from the first day I had set my heart to his, that I would never let him suffer.
As this memory set in, I turned and suddenly blurted out, “Brad, we’re getting another dog”. Brad, shocked at what I had just said replied, “We are?” and laughed nervously. He really didn’t know what I was thinking, all he could see were the tears streaming down, like a dam that had finally let go, and all I could do was sob as I said it.
Things seemed to fall back into place as we were getting used to our new routine of “no Chewey” in the morning, afternoon, evening, just no Chewey. We had started accepting the fact that this was indeed the best thing for him as there would be no more suffering. Recalling our conversation, Brad started asking about the comment I had made a few days earlier, referring to the fact that we were going to get a little heartbeat in our house… another Shih Tzu.
In discussing it, we started getting excited about the potential of another family pet, after all, our cat was also grieving the loss of Chewey and we thought that it could potential benefit him as well. It was just sad to see him walking around, looking for his little “brother”, howling like we had never heard before.
Reality set in when we started to think it had only been a few weeks since our little boy was gone… we couldn’t possibly ever replace him, no other dog really could! Talking our way out of this altogether, we agreed that it was just a great fantasy, however, in all due respect to our family pet, we would just leave well enough alone.
Besides, I really didn’t want to start training a pup.. I just had a strange feeling about it and thought to myself that if I ever did get another pet, he would have to be at least 18 to 24 months old. Was I feeling this or was I receiving this message from somewhere or someone? I left it as a wishful thought!
A few days had gone by when we received a call from Sara, the lady at the “doggy dressers” who groomed our Chewey. She had called after learning that Chewey had gone over to Rainbow Bridge, offering her condolences. I thanked her telling her that the dog she had bred was indeed the most amazing dog I had ever owned, and started to tear up. She didn’t say much until I started apologizing for my emotions; I still found it difficult to talk about him and asked her how she knew.
With a bit of nervousness, Sara said “Listen, I really need to say this, but I don’t know how Jay, so I’m just going to say it. My mother and I have a dog that we’re unable to show or breed and because he has a bit of a anxiety problem, we thought that perhaps you might be interested in taking him as a family pet. He’s amazing and I’m sure you’re going to fall in love with him! We know you just lost your little Chewey, the vet mentioned it when we were there yesterday. We know it’s a little soon, but we think you’d be the perfect family for him.”
I wasn’t surprised and felt there was a reason for this, and repeated what Sara had just said to Brad, who gave me the greatest little smirk! We immediately made arrangements to see the dog the next week. I think it was the longest wait we had ever experienced!
There he was, 10 lbs soak and wet, sauntering over to where we had been standing outside. As Sara approached us, she called out to us, “Jay, Brad, this is Sgt. Carter.” Leashed and by her side, he was the cutest little dog we’d ever seen, half the size of our Chewey, with a great big attitude and heart to match. You couldn’t help but fall in love with him. Tough looking perhaps, but you could tell there wasn’t a tough bone in his body… he was just so full of love, that’s what he was!
We immediately knew that we would have a big decision to make, because we had already fallen in love with him, but wanting to be fair to Sgt. Carter, we wanted to make sure that we didn’t adopt him just to fill a void or to have false expectations of him. After all, he deserved a good and loving family. We left with an agreement to call her back within a week to give her our decision.
The week was filled with fantasies, and questions of all kinds entered our minds; the thought of having another little one around us, depending on us for every single thing was something we took very seriously. But the writing was on the wall and the decision had been made. We were adopting Sgt. Carter!
We called Sara and made arrangements to pick him up a week later.
The day had finally come and we were ready, like expectant parents! We had thought of everything; from bedding, bowls, food, right down to a Toronto Maple Leaf Sweatshirt for cold winter days. Sgt. Carter was visibly happy to see us when we arrived, and Sara was armed with papers, photos, bags of food and loads of toys.
She took me aside as Brad socialized with Carter, going over his documents and discussing his diet. She assured me that if things didn’t work out, I was to call her and she would make sure to take care of the matter. Going over the documents, I started reading Carter’s birth certificate. It was quite different from the one’s we were accustomed to, so Sara immediately offered to go over it, outlining specifics in lamens terms so that I could get a better grasp of “breeder’s” terminology.
As I glanced down, there it was, right in front of me… three very specific things!! Tears of joy streamed down my face, and I waived to get Brad’s attention. Accompanied by Carter, Brad walked over to the back of the room where I had been going over the papers with Sara. We immediately locked eyes after I pointed out 3 specific dates…
- Carter’s birthday matched my father’s birthday;
- Carter’s registration date matched the date of my mother and father’s wedding anniversary;
- Carter’s last award was won on my son’s date of birth… with an inscription “In It to Win It”.. an affirmation I had repeated to Brad only a few days earlier in reference to some goals that I had set!
It was evident and clear…. this dog was indeed a gift, the influence of my family in spirit who had a passion for smaller dogs and a desire to heal my heart. They had sent Carter into our lives…
I believe that gifts can come to us in different ways and forms, and I can assure you that ours certainly did! We just love and treasure our little GIFT… A GIFT FROM ABOVE!
GIFT: G od’s I nfluence F lows T hrough
Your pretty little footsteps,
When you think you’re at the end of your rope, your luck has run out, and there is no where left to turn, there just might be angels around the corner waiting for you to simply ask for help.