A moving experience

Published 10:18 am Friday, February 18, 2011

It is a Friday morning and I arrive early at F.H.S.

The weather is nice and my goal is to get as many dogs as I can out for a little run during my work shift.

I also wish to choose an F.H.S. dog for this week’s tale, but though all are worthy, many of the cases are similar and I don’t want to run this risk of being redundant.

As I turn on the lights the dogs begin barking and I can hear their pleading voices in my head. I go into silent prayer so I can keep my mind on the task at hand. I wonder to myself if the Lord ever gets weary of my constant partitions.

I laugh thinking of the parable of the old lady who keeps going back to the judge to plead her case. The judge finally grants her wish, just not to hear her anymore. I suppose to Him I’m just like that old lady.

I choose Zippo for this week’s tale for no other reason than he’s cute as a button and friendly as all get out.

I believe his photo alone will sell him far better than any words I can write. Zippo is a one-and-a-half year-old Border Terrier mix that was a stray turn in. This sweet boy is healthy and happy and to put it bluntly, the only problem he has is that he’s homeless.

Upon leaving work I set out to begin distributing tickets for a T.V. I’m raffling off for my kids. I have a very big, expensive and difficult case I’m working on but due to the generosity of my supporters, I’m holding my own.

A special thanks to Barbara, a volunteer and great supporter, who was instrumental in helping with this difficult case, “You’re the best.”

I’m also visiting some of the animals I continue to assist, one of which is Kaya, my hero Shepherd. Kaya is having her ups and downs and is constantly on new meds of one sort or another.

I so enjoy visiting Kaya, the joy and enthusiasm she expresses when she greets me never fails to make my day. While visiting Kaya, Terry her mom, handed me a piece of paper and said, “I want you to have this Lennie, it so reminded me of you.”

When I read it, my eyes flooded with tears, it was as if Terry had been listening in on my private prayers. I wish to share it with all of you because upon reflection, I believe it applies just as much to you who support me as myself.

“I looked at all the caged animals in the shelter… the cast-offs of human society. I saw in their eyes love and hope, fear and dread, sadness and betrayal. And I was angry. ‘God,’ I said, ‘This is terrible! Why don’t You do something?’

God was silent for a moment and then He spoke softly. ‘I have done something,’ He replied, ‘I created you.’”

Thanks for listening.

P.S. Please don’t forget Zippo, God created him too!