Fallen Friends

black lab

I ran across this story as an email sent to me by my dad.  Very touching story and I wanted to share it with all of you.

I’m a lover of animals, I have been my whole life.  I guess it made a lot of sense to become a veterinarian.  Of all the animals God created, I think that dogs are especially special.  They naturally display many of the traits that many of us could use a lot of work at.

You never hear dogs complain.  They just take whatever circumstances come their way and they make the most of them.  Do we do the same?  Sometimes yes, but not all the time.  Sometimes I find myself doing the right thing, but I will complain while doing it so I can get some kind of sympathy or acknowledgement from others.  Dogs never do that.

Dogs are great examples of serving.  Dogs gladly accept their owners as their masters and they do not hesitate to serve them.  Do we do the same?  Are we as willing to serve others around us like dogs are willing to do?  For me, I would say yes at times, but all the time, no.  I suffer from being selfish more than I would like to acknowledge.

Dogs are great examples of love.  No matter what kind of day a dog has, they are always happy to see us when they come home.  Dogs show us love and affection no matter how we treat them.  Dogs give love freely and ask for nothing in return.  Do I do that, sometimes, but not nearly enough.  If I want to see a true picture of love, I need not look any further than a dog.

We all could learn so much from dogs in how we should live our own lives.

With that in mind, I want you to read this story.  I imagine it might bring tears to your eyes.  I know it did for me.

 

 

They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen.  The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly.

I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open.  Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.  But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt.  Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.

But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner.

See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home.  We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too. Maybe we were too much alike.

I saw the sealed envelope.  I had completely forgotten about that. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”

To Whomever Gets My Dog:

Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner.   I’m not even happy writing it.  He knew something was different.

So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.  First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier.  Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them.  He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there.  Hasn’t done it yet. Doesn’t matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful.  Don’t do it by any roads.

Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones —“sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.”  He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.  Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.  He’s up on his shots.  Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet.  Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.  Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life.  He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can.  He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain.  He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.

And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…His name’s not Reggie.  He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt.  But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name.  But if someone is reading this …well it means that his new owner should know his real name.  His real name is “Tank.” Because, that is what I drive.  I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander.  You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with … and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter …in the “event”… to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption.  Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed.  He said he’d do it personally.  And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.

Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family.  And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he loved me.

He is my example of service and of love.  I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.  All right, that’s enough.  I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter.  Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.

Good luck with Tank.  Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight – every night – from me.

Thank you,

Paul Mallory

I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope.  Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me.  Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star when he gave his life to save three buddies.  Flags had been at half-mast all summer.  I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.  “Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.  The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.

“C’mere boy.”

He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor.  He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months.

“Tank,” I whispered.

His tail swished.  I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him.  I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my face into his scruff and hugged him.  “It’s me now, Tank, just you and me.  Your old pal gave you to me.”  Tank reached up and licked my cheek.

“So whatdaya say we play some ball?”

His ears perked again.  “Yeah? Ball?  You like that?  Ball?”  Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room.  And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.

Advertisements

About wmarsau

Most of the people who visit this blog already know me so it is kind of pointless to try to describe my life in this short little blurb. What is the purpose of this blog is the question. Over the course of this last year I have been exposed to some amazing people and have made personal development an important focus of my life. Being successful, not by the world's standards, but by God's has become my main focus. Mainly, I want to work to develop myself as a person who is kinder, reaches out to help those in need, and truly makes a difference in this world. To this end I am constantly reading and am exposed to so many differnet things along the way. These have been amazing and it is helping me grow so much. Then I started to think, "Why am I being so selfish?" You need to share with others these amazing things you are learning and being exposed to. That is where this blog comes into play. As I am reading and experiencing things that are truly amazing and life changing, I will be posting them on this blog. Obviously, I will not be able to post everything in it's entirity, but I will be summarizing them and letting you know the source of the article or book they come from so you can check them out later if you wish. I want this blog to be a place where you can go to often and be inspired and leave here with a smile on your face. I will be covering all kinds of different topics dealing with success and personal development. Topics like taking action, relationships, living to your potential, reinventing yourself, finances, leadership, presenting, goal setting, time management, etc. I will also be occasionally including topics on cooking, music, and gardening because they are special interests of mine. As a little disclaimer, I have given my life to the Lord and he is #1 in my life. I am his servant and everything I do in life is for his glory. With that being said, religion influences all areas of my life. There will be references to God in this blog because I can't seperate God from this or any other area of my life. I want you to know that if you do not believe in God, that is fine. That is your choice. This blog is open to anyone who wants to better their life. I will not be trying to influence or pressure anyone into having a relationship with the Lord from this site. Please don't feel uncomfortable. You can just read the portions of the blog that you wish to. I am inviting you to go on a journey with me. We will learn together to be the kind of people we were designed to be. Anyone can make a difference in this world, but it starts%
This entry was posted in Animals, God, Hope, Leaving a Legacy, Life Stories, Love, Patriotic, Relationships, Serving, Thoughts/Mindset and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to Fallen Friends

  1. Jill Ford says:

    Bill,
    Too cute!!! I love our Black Lab/Border Collie! She too is adorable!
    LOve, Mom

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s