That One Day

Candy Spilman By Candy Spilman, 7th May 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/25qtb5-o/
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Mourning is a personal experience, and is carried out differently by each individual. This is a story of one woman who struggles with loss, and the loyal dogs who help her.

On a sad spring day...

King ran outside to do his business. As he circled near the fence, Buster, the dog that lived in the yard next door, ran up to him. The two dogs would often run the length of the fence together; their tongues lolling from their mouths as they joyously loped back and forth. Sometimes they would bark at the other neighbor’s fluffy white cat; or at intruders who appeared near the back yards of this neighborhood, such as meter readers or tree trimmers.

Today, however, King had no time for play. “My mom needs me,” he told Buster. He quickly finished, and hurried through the dog door back into the kitchen. Mama was at her desk, and Sassy, the other Golden Retriever, sat on the floor with her head resting gently on Mama’s lap.

The dogs did not quite understand, but there was a day that came about every spring when Mama was sad. She would spend the day crying and looking at stacks of pictures. She usually played music too, and the songs were all about people dying and going to Heaven.

King and Sassy knew about Heaven. Their son Dozer had gotten off his leash when he was very small and run out in front of a car. Although Mama and Daddy had buried his furry little body in the back yard, the two dogs knew that he was really with the God that they could feel in their hearts. They could feel God in Mama’s heart too, and knew that He was always with her. They also knew that He had sent them to comfort and watch over her, especially on this one day every year.

King took his place on the other side of Mama, pressing his large head against her. After a few moments, she moved from her chair and sat on the floor with an arm around each dog. Her sobs shook their sturdy bodies, but they did not move. King pressed closer to her, trying to give her more and more love. He didn’t know how long she wept like that, but even when she seemed to be finished, he and Sassy stayed by her side, their soft brown eyes filled with tender devotion as they looked at her.

Finally Mama sighed and wiped her eyes with a tissue and blew her nose. Gathering the dogs into her arms once again, she stroked their heads and held them against her chest. “I love you guys,” she said, her voice filled with emotion.

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Comfort, Death, Dogs, Grief, Heaven, Loss, Loved One, Mourning

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author avatar Candy Spilman
Former journalist turned freelancer. I'm a mom and grandma and love to write about family or Christian topics.

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author avatar Phyl Campbell
7th May 2014 (#)

Interesting take on dogs and heaven, for sure.

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