Yesterday my life stopped, I was in a panic as a member of my family had to be rushed to the hospital. I was awoken by a THUD as they fell out of bed, when I ran to see what had happened, I noticed that their legs did not seem right, and the face told me “I’m scared”. The 5am wake up got me in to action! But truly there was not much I could do at 5am. The Doctors office would not be open until 8am, so I sat with them and held them, cried a little and held them some more.
This family member is my faithful dog Waldo, whom I saved from the death over 14 years ago. He has been my constant companion, others have come and gone from my house, but Waldo has never left my side. He is my best friend and a member of my family. And I was terrified for him.
Some will say, “He is just a dog” but I would argue that he is not, to me, and other members of my family and friends would state that Waldo is a member of the family just as anyone else is. Others will argue that I should not put Waldo on the same level as humans, God created us over dogs and other animals. I would agree that God created us over them, but God also commanded that we take care of them that we were good stewards of all his creation.
I understand that not everyone sees pets as I do, to some they are interchangeable, to others they are a bother, but to me they are members of the family, something to be loved and something that returns that love.
In his eyes yesterday morning I was fear and pain, confusion, but mostly I saw “Hold me” “Make it better”, and I did the best I could. I held him, and spoke soothing words to him; I stroked his head and cried tears of love for him. My heart was in disarray and my mind in 20 different places all at once, but I did what I could.
Now I do not have kids of my own, but I have taken in a few, allowing them to live in my home, to help them out. I understand the difference, but I also know the comfort and love that Waldo provides me. He is a true and faithful friend, one that I am responsible for, God has given me the gift of Waldo, and I take that seriously. So I had no option but to care for him.
In the end, I took Waldo to the doctors, and the heart specialist, and all is well, we do not know what caused the issue, but he got a clean bill of health, he is healthier then I am, and in Dog years much older then I. He was back to himself by the time I got him, the day started at 5am, and ended at 4:30 pm… So it was one long day, but well worth it! Waldo, my good and faithful friend is going well, and his eyes tell me “Thank you, and I love you”. So in the end, it was all worth it.