Puppy Size
"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!"
"Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for."
"I know . . .we have seen most of them," the Mom said in frustration.
Just then the young child came walking into 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." She was at 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. "It's the
puppy size!"
"But it's 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. "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 the 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. Take the time to stop and
listen; you will be surprised at what you hear.
Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments
that take our breath away. (George Carlin)
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) and love it. It touches my heart every time I read it, very special.
.:. To love someone is to learn the song in their heart and sing it to them when they have forgotten it .:. 
Thanks for sharing it
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