ownerof3dogs
10-28-2002, 12:15 AM
Here is a wonderful story that Petwarmers e-mail me. It's got to be one of the greatest stories and I thought I would share it with you guys
SIGHS OF THE HEART
by Bob Perks
"She keeps repeating it over and over again. We've
been back to this
shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since
we started all of
this," the woman told the volunteer.
"What is it she keeps asking for?" she asked.
"Puppy size!"
"We have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's
looking for."
"I know. We have seen most of them," she said in
frustration.
Just then the young child came walking in the office.
"Well, did you find one?"
"No, not this time," she said with sadness in her
voice. "Can we come
back on the weekend?"
The two women looked at each other, shook their heads
and laughed.
"You never know when we will get more dogs.
Unfortunately, there's
always a supply," the volunteer said.
The young child took her mother by the hand and headed
to the door.
"Don't worry, I bet we'll find one this weekend," the
child said.
Over the next few days both mom and dad had long
conversations with
her. They both felt she was being too particular.
"It's this weekend or we're not looking any more," dad
finally said in
frustration.
"We don't want to hear anything more about "puppy
size" either," mom added.
Sure enough they were the first ones in the shelter on
Saturday
morning. By now, the young child knew her way around, so
she ran right for
the section that housed the smaller dogs.
Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting
room at the end of
the first row of cages. There was an observation window so
you could see
the animals during times when visitors weren't permitted.
The young girl walked slowly from cage to cage,
kneeling periodically
to take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought
out and she held
each one. One by one she said, "Sorry, you're not the
one."
It was the last cage on this last day in search of the
perfect pup.
The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully
picked up the
dog and held it closely. This time she took a little
longer.
"Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the
one! I know it!"
she screamed with joy.
Mom, startled by all the commotion, came running.
"What? Are you sure? How do you know?" she asked.
"It's the puppy sighs!"
"Yes, it the same size as all the other puppies you
held the last few
weeks," mom said.
"No, not 'size' -- sighs. When I held him in my arms
he sighed," she said.
"So?"
"Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what
love is, you told
me "Love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you
love, the bigger
the sighs!"
The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom
didn't know
whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug her
child she did a
little of both.
"Mom, every time you hold me I sigh. When you and
Daddy come home
from work and hug each other you both sigh. I knew I would
find the right
puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms," she said.
Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said,
"Mom, he loves
me. I heard the sighs of his heart."
Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love
that makes you
sigh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but
in the caress
of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush
of cool air on
a hot day.
They are the sighs of God.
-- Bob Perks <Bob @ BobPerks.com>
SIGHS OF THE HEART
by Bob Perks
"She keeps repeating it over and over again. We've
been back to this
shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since
we started all of
this," the woman told the volunteer.
"What is it she keeps asking for?" she asked.
"Puppy size!"
"We have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's
looking for."
"I know. We have seen most of them," she said in
frustration.
Just then the young child came walking in the office.
"Well, did you find one?"
"No, not this time," she said with sadness in her
voice. "Can we come
back on the weekend?"
The two women looked at each other, shook their heads
and laughed.
"You never know when we will get more dogs.
Unfortunately, there's
always a supply," the volunteer said.
The young child took her mother by the hand and headed
to the door.
"Don't worry, I bet we'll find one this weekend," the
child said.
Over the next few days both mom and dad had long
conversations with
her. They both felt she was being too particular.
"It's this weekend or we're not looking any more," dad
finally said in
frustration.
"We don't want to hear anything more about "puppy
size" either," mom added.
Sure enough they were the first ones in the shelter on
Saturday
morning. By now, the young child knew her way around, so
she ran right for
the section that housed the smaller dogs.
Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting
room at the end of
the first row of cages. There was an observation window so
you could see
the animals during times when visitors weren't permitted.
The young girl walked slowly from cage to cage,
kneeling periodically
to take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought
out and she held
each one. One by one she said, "Sorry, you're not the
one."
It was the last cage on this last day in search of the
perfect pup.
The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully
picked up the
dog and held it closely. This time she took a little
longer.
"Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the
one! I know it!"
she screamed with joy.
Mom, startled by all the commotion, came running.
"What? Are you sure? How do you know?" she asked.
"It's the puppy sighs!"
"Yes, it the same size as all the other puppies you
held the last few
weeks," mom said.
"No, not 'size' -- sighs. When I held him in my arms
he sighed," she said.
"So?"
"Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what
love is, you told
me "Love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you
love, the bigger
the sighs!"
The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom
didn't know
whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug her
child she did a
little of both.
"Mom, every time you hold me I sigh. When you and
Daddy come home
from work and hug each other you both sigh. I knew I would
find the right
puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms," she said.
Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said,
"Mom, he loves
me. I heard the sighs of his heart."
Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love
that makes you
sigh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but
in the caress
of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush
of cool air on
a hot day.
They are the sighs of God.
-- Bob Perks <Bob @ BobPerks.com>