“O Lord, how great are Your works; perfect in every way.” Psalm 104:24–25
Harald’s wizened
face emerged from beneath a heavy quilt, his wrinkles curving into a smile worn
soft by years of love. Before the day fully awakened, Lucky was already there,
greeting him with a gentle nudge, a cold nose, and the soft percussion of eager
paws against the floor. There was something magical about this daily ritual, as
dependable as the sunrise itself.
Lucky’s presence
swept away any remnants of restless dreams and aching joints. With her joyful,
golden-doodle enthusiasm, she ushered in each morning like a promise. Thanks to
her unwavering companionship, Harald never felt the weight of loneliness that
burdens so many his age. Lucky filled the space with purpose, warmth, and
motion.
Afterward, they set out on their morning walk.
The gentle cadence of paws and footfalls strength their bond as much as their
bodies. Bathed in early light, breathing cool, fresh air, and accompanied by
birdsong, the stroll nourished both body and soul.
Back home, time slowed. Whether lounging on
the porch or napping in a sunlit room, their companionship required no
conversation. Lucky’s steady presence was a constant reminder of life’s simple
blessings - a friendship spoken entirely
through closeness and trust.
Playtime isn’t just for the young, but also for the young at heart.
Laughter fills the room as Lucky chases
a ball, squeaks a toy, or engages in a healthy game of tug-of-war, all while
reveling in the Harold’s attention. These playful interruptions bring joy, sharpen
their minds, and stitch delight into the fabric of ordinary days.
When mealtime rolls
around again (never soon enough for Lucky), of course Harald talks to his
canine pal! He shares stories, worries, reflections. Lucky listens intently,
ears perked, eyes deep and knowing. She may not understand every word, but she “gets”
him.
Lucky delight in being included.
Gardening, sorting mail, watching television - nothing is too small to be
shared. Dutifully following her owner around, she’s eager to be part of the
action, turning ordinary chores into shared experiences.
As evening settles
in, they close the day together - a soft blanket, one last treat, and a prayer
of gratitude. Lucky’s presence invites calm and completion, easing them gently
into rest. Wrapped in peace, both drift to sleep knowing they are loved,
cherished, and watched over.
Perhaps Paul Harvey had Lucky in
mind when he said, “God needed somebody
who’d spend all day on a couch, with a resting head and supportive eyes, to
lift the spirits of a broken heart.”
Father God, thank You for our dogs. Nothing
under Your watch happens by accident, so thank You for choosing us to be pet
owners. Caring for them gives us the respite and company we crave, and reminds
us that we’ll never be alone. Amen
