The kennel was clean and the little cage had three adorable
pups. I put my hand down inside to let
the one we’d chosen for Maddie to sniff me, and all of a sudden this little
black fuzz ball bounded over her siblings to kiss my hand and greet me. I couldn’t resist and pulled her up and then
she woofed at me. She chose me. I believe that today more than ever. Now I know some of you would say she’d have
done that no matter who’d have stuck their hand down in that cage, but I
disagree. It was all in the way she
woofed….she chose me. I had to convince
Brad of that, and it took a little time, but a few weeks later we brought TWO
puppies home. It was wonderful. I was
hers and she was mine and we loved one another. Macie Claire brought us so much laughter and
enjoyment. She was so full of energy and
was known to steal socks and run off with them.
Macie's "come adopt me" picture. |
Fast forward to about two weeks ago. Macie started to act different. She was quieter and slept more. She started eating less. We took her in to the vet and discovered she
had a rare autoimmune condition that attacked her red blood cells. We treated her the best we could, but
yesterday her levels dropped to a dangerous level where her organs were going
to start shutting down. It was time to
make a tremendously difficult decision.
She had no energy to eat or even to stand up anymore. In the last week she didn’t even have the
energy to hop up on our bed. Even though
we knew it was time, I have to admit it was one of the hardest things I have
ever had to do. After all, she chose me
and I loved her so.
Gracie and Macie last June |
In the last few days I have spent time trying to figure out
what in the world we were going to tell our children and even looked up on the
internet about dogs going to heaven. I
have a degree from Lincoln Christian University. I have grown up in church. I know that Scripture doesn’t state if dogs
go to heaven. However, I have read
through the Bible several times now and I see where God created these creatures
with such love and creativity. I see
places where there are references in animals in heaven. I’m not sure if I’ll ever see our Macie again. However, in my childlike, simplistic view I
know that God created our puppy, loved her and gave her to us for a short
time. He loves animals or why would he
have Noah go to all the trouble to save them in the flood. He could have just made more. I like to think of her up in heaven with past
childhood pets that have gone before, grabbing Jesus’ sandal, taking off with
it barking with her mouth full, and then turning around pouncing and wanting
Jesus to come play. She’s free from the
5 pills we were forcing down her each day, no more pokes, and she has energy
again. While it may not be true, it
helps me deal with my hurt and the empty place in my heart right now.
Macie last week. So precious. |
Today in church I was reminded I am chosen. I am God’s child. He saw my sin sickness and treated me with
the most extreme act of love known to mankind.
He sent Jesus to die for my sin and to cleanse me, heal me, and make me
whole. Being chosen is such an
incredible feeling. I am His and He is
mine and He loves me. Today the Ferris
family is resting in that love and we are grateful to our God for choosing us.