Today was one of the best mornings I’ve had in awhile.
Jake wagged and sat up.
The kids were teasing just yesterday (we don’t joke because it’s not funny) – that the elevation of our property has risen a foot since we moved in, we’ve buried that many animals here. Jake was completely non-responsive when I went to bed, and I did not want to get up this morning. I actually put myself back to sleep for an hour because I couldn’t face stepping into the backyard. But I finally did, and he sat up and wagged his ratty tail.
What’s so special about Jake? Nothing. He’s a four month old blackmouth cur mix that I’ve gotten really attached to. He’s been in so much lately; the garbage, a carcass, and the neighbor’s yard. It could’ve been anything that poisoned him, but whatever it was, we lost two of his brothers this week. He was so ill. I had put him in God’s hands and went to bed. I know that I don’t need another dog and removing a mouth or three would be helpful about now. Keeping him would be wonderful, but being rid of him would be smart. I left the decision to God. So when I woke up, I knew my answer would be waiting. I’ve heard so many nos…..
And I cried. I sat in the yard in my nightgown at daybreak and cried. My Jake was alive! All day, I watched him get stronger as he drank and began to move around.
And then this evening, he came inside, ate half a hot dog and laid down next to me to watch the bonus features from the 25th Anniversary edition of Top Gun. I am such a Top Gun fanatic; I have nearly the entire movie memorized. It doesn’t get any better than seeing how the movie was made with Jake on my arm.