Friday, March 25, 2011

Angels From Heaven~A Father,Daughter & a Dog

Good Morning friends.. A friend sent this to me this morning and I wanted to share it with you. Many of us can relate to the story you're about to read. Be it in our own situation or that of a family memeber or friend. I know that without my Fur Babies life would sometimes be very empty and lonely. I can say without hesitation that each one is as important and means as much to me as do my friends and Family. I know each one of them was an Angel sent special delivery from God himself. 

God Bless each and every one of you for being one of Gods Angels~for being a part of my daily life~for Sharing~Caring and adding a smile to my face everytime you share your stories and Pictures.
Have a great weekend!!

A Father,Daughter & a Dog-story by Catherine Moore

"Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me.

 "Can't you do anything right?"

Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me,
daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.
"I saw the car, Dad . Please don't yell at me when I'm driving.."
My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.
Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back.

At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my
thoughts.... dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The
rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil.
What could I do about him?

Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon .
He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against
the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had
placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.

The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log,
he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone,
straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age,
or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.

Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack.
An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR
to keep blood and oxygen flowing.

At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room.
He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone.
He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were
turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned,
then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone..

My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm.
We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.
Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory.
He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody.
Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.

Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation.
The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session
he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind. But the months wore on
and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.

The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the
mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each
of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.
Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed,
"I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article.."
I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home.
All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression.
Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.

I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon.. After I filled out a questionnaire,
a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils
as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs,
curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me.
I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small,
 too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his
feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the
dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed. Years had etched his face
and muzzle with shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles.
But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention.
Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly. I pointed to the dog.
"Can you tell me about him?"
The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement.
"He's a funny one.
Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in,
figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and
we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.

As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror..
"You mean you're going to kill him?"  "Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We
don't have room for every unclaimed dog."

I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision.
"I'll take him," I said.
I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me.. When I reached the house
I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch... "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad !" I said excitedly.

Dad looked,then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one."
And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones.
Keep it! I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.

Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples.
"You'd better get used to him, Dad . He's staying!" Dad ignored me.. "Did you hear me, Dad ?"
I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides,
his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate.
We stood glaring at each other like duelists,when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw.. Dads lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes.
The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.
It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne .
Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes.
They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even
started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne
lying quietly at is feet. Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years..
Dads bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night
I was startled to feel Cheyenne's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers.
He had never before come into our bedroom at night.. I woke Dick, put on my robe
and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left
quietly sometime during the night. Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I
discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dads bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug
he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked
the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dads peace of mind.

The morning of Dad 's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel,
I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family.
I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church.
The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life.
And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers,
for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.
"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.
For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before:
the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article...
Cheyenne's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter. . ..his calm acceptance
and complete devotion to my father. . and the proximity of their deaths.
And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.

Life is too short for drama or petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly.
Live while You Are Alive.
Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second chance.
Share this with someone as Lost time can never be found.
God answers our prayers in His time........not ours.
Maybe in this story you will find an answer to your prayers!


  1. OH Tonya, I am crying!!! This is such a beautiful story and thank you for sharing it!!! I know my German Shepherd is an angel as well sent here to teach me so many important lessons and I love her with my whole being:) Have a wonderful day!

  2. That was an awesome story Tonya and I am thankful every day for all my furbabies and especially my huge pups..They do make it worth getting up every morning.
    God put Dogs on earth for a reason and there is a reason that dog spelled backwords spells God :)

  3. oh I love this story..and I love that kitty in the photo..have a great weekend..will have your goodies sent off next week.;)

  4. Wow Tonya, what a sad but wonderful heartfelt story! I have lost very special people in my life too early and have always had a dog to comfort me! And that they have done well, not ever judging me, always waiting for me with tails wagging as I wake in the morning to start my day or when I open the door to come home from a long day! And isn't it funny how connections happen, sometimes only to find out later why? My two little fur babies happen to be someone elses' throw-aways and I love them both! Thank you again for sharing such a compassionate story. Makes us thankful for the little things in life!

  5. Beautiful story but did you have to make me cry on a Friday? LOL My little Grand daughter is staring at me and tapping my knee saying okay okay.

  6. Tonya,
    A very touching story and true. My mother had many cats to keep her company while she was dying of breast cancer. She had to give all but two to the humane society because she couldn't take care of them and herself.She had one cat that stayed by her side until she died. After she passed the cat would not eat and lost weight, her husband took him to the vet and said he was grieving for her. Two weeks later the cat passed on too. Her cat's ashes was spread across her grave.The cat was an angel there to comfort her. So I can relate to this story too.
    Country at heart

  7. I guess I should have Included a box of tissues with this story.. I didn't mean to make you all cry... I just wanted to let you all know that all our Fur babies found there way into our hearts by the hand of God who always sends Angels to watch over us when we need them most...and what a great way to say it then threw this wonderful heartfelt story!!

  8. Hi Tonya, Yes, I to need kleenex! This story really hits home for me today. I had to put my dog of 13 years down this summer, ( the worse thing in the world) and today I found a dog that I am in the process of adopting. Pets are so important, they represent unconditional love. Thanks for the reminder. Sorry I haven't been around much lately. I will check back soon. Have a great weekend.


I'm so Blessed that you stopped by & shared your thoughts with me today! Reading your comments always makes me Smile!