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My husband and I recently had to put our dog to sleep. As there has been a dog in our lives from the day we met, the loss of this wonderful creature broke our hearts. Instead of going home, we went to the pound where we found him, and there a miracle happened to us. Via the kindness of God we were handed the dog we needed. Her name is Miracle now, because that is what she is.
About a week ago, our dog Pierre appeared to be quite ill. We knew that we had to take him to be seen by a veterinarian. Upon examination, the vet gave us very sad news. Our sweet, loving dog was extremely ill and would not last. He had to be put to sleep.
We stood there in shock, unable to believe that we were about to lose a friend that had become integral to our lives. Still incapable of accepting what was happening, we left his office after embracing and kissing our dear companion, knowing that we would never see him again.
As we got back into our car, I suggested that instead of going home to mourn his loss, that a wiser thing would be to go to the pound and look for another dog. Nothing could be accomplished by our spending the rest of the day feeling horrible sadness, and perhaps there was an animal there that needed our love.
Going to look for another dog was difficult, but both of us knew that it had to be done. Time was passing, and at our late age, it was important that we not give in to the sense of loneliness we already felt. We had to return to the pound where we found Pierre to discover another dog who needed a home.
Upon arriving there, we searched every cage, but couldn't find a small dog like Pierre. There had to be an animal out there who could fill the void in our lives that had been created by this loss, never having been without a dog from the day we met. It was clear that life for us meant having a furry friend whom we could love.
As we were getting back into our car, a young woman drove up. As she stepped out of the car, we saw that she was holding a beautiful, furry red-gold dog. Something made me speak to her. I asked if the dog was hers, and she said she had found it wandering the streets a week earlier. She couldn't keep it, so had decided to bring it to the pound in order that perhaps they might find it a home.
In light of the emptiness we both felt, I asked her whether perhaps she might let us have the animal, as our dog had just been put to sleep. I explained that we desperately needed a dog in our lives. Miraculously, she said yes, and handed the dog to my husband. We got back into our car with this new found friend and headed home.
God had apparently brought us the miracle we needed, and not knowing the dog's name, I suggested that we call her Miracle, because she had been one. Miracle has been seen by another veterinarian and is in good health. She is gradually adjusting to her new life with us. We have been blessed with the friend we needed so much, and our gratitude is boundless.