I have been blessed so much in my 43 years on this old Earth.
I was raised by good, hard working, decent parents who loved me, put up with me, and to this day--still do everything in their power to make my existence a better one.
I have always had a job--a car--and a place to call home. I've had many people in my life that have made it better. No more than the Better Half--who is my rock--my partner in life--and my best friend.
But God has always been generous to me--why I will never know. Not only has he given me all of the above mentioned--but he sent MANY four legged felons into my life that have made my life SWEET and been nothing short of icing on the cake.
My first fur child was named King. He was my best pal from my earliest memory until he left me in 1981. There was a long pause in my life concerning animals--it just hurt too much to think about having another one break my heart.
But low and behold, when Lucy the lab stomped her paw print across my heart--the flood gates opened. Soon, Charlie came--then Pearl the cat--then Hines the rat terror (I mean terrier)--then Daisy--then Bart--then Sebastian.
I cannot list the number of fosters, rescues, and other four legged friends --some of who I never met personally--that touched my life and brought some sort of blessing to it.
When I received word that the Clarksville Humane Society was having a "Blessing of the Animals", and that all creatures great and small, living and past, would be blessed, I asked Humane Society Director Amy Shaver, and President Stacey Hopwood, to do me a personal long distance favor.
I had bought two of the memorial bricks through the Humane Society: one for my beloved King, and another for my sweet Pearl, who left us almost two years ago.
Amy held the bricks while Dorothy Hartzog, Assistant Rector at Trinity Episcopal Church, blessed the memorials to my babies.
She sent me these pics--and I wept--how could I not? These two sweet furry souls, who now walk the fields of God, who meant so much to me in their lifetime--who changed MY lifetime by being a part of it--were blessed and remembered.
What more can a man ask than to have a blessing? I have had so many. Now my babies have one too.
Someday, in whatever form we take when we cross over, I know that my loved ones--two and four legged--will be there looking for me. Oh what a glorious day that will be!
But for now---I am blessed--and so are they.
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