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Topic: Pets (09/13/04)
TITLE: Bozo, Dirty Biscuits, and Life By Dan Blankenship 09/18/04 |
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I grew up with Bozo, and he with me. When I was sad, I hugged that dog. When he seemed sad, he rested his head on my leg and sighed. Yes, he really sighed. I thought only people did that.
When I threw a ball or a biscuit (not dog biscuits – he hated them), Bozo would chase it down. A ball he would bring back to me to throw again. A biscuit would be taken to a hiding spot until later, and when the opportunity presented itself (no humans around) he would bury the tasty treat for future consumption. I never understood why he didn’t just eat the biscuit when I tossed it to him. It certainly couldn’t taste as good sprinkled with a dirt topping.
Bozo was indeed a strange dog. But he was always a good friend. Most dogs are. Bozo never cared about how much my jeans cost or that I got kicked off the diving team for having bad grades or what size engine my Grand Prix had under the hood. All that mattered to that dog was that I came to see him once in a while. That alone, sent his tail into a blender-frenzy, his front paws clamoring like a professional boxer, and his tongue slopping like an automatic car wash sponge.
The day came when Bozo had to be “put to sleep”, and it was on that day that I realized how precious life is. Dogs don’t live as long as people, and maybe God had a reason for that. Maybe our pets teach us about the magnificent gift of life, and to never (I mean NEVER) take it for granted.
I remember trying to hold back the tears as we drove to the veterinarian’s office. It was a useless exertion. The tears broke free that day, and I understood a little bit more about the short time humans and animals have on this glorious planet God has given us. We will one-day walk in a different world – a never-ending world. But the pain still comes when people or animals depart, for we have lost a part of us we may or may not have taken for granted. Either way, it hurts the same.
I wonder if Bozo is in heaven. I wonder if he hides unleavened bread when Jesus isn’t looking.