Sitting here thinking today about what God has blessed me with and this came across my mind... 4 years ago I adopted my first puppy. After searching through 17-20 shelters I had finally found that one special pup! I was so excited to have him in my life and thought everything would work out perfect, or at least like everyone elses did. 2 months after adoption my puppy became sick. My dad and I took him to the vet and as they tested my sweet little baby for Parvo I eagerly waited on the results to get back. My grandmothers dog has previously died from parvo around 7 months before this, so i knew the effects. The doctor came in and the results were positive, but said there was a chance that with medication and being hospitalized, he could possibly make it. I dropped to my knees and clung to dads leg, crying and screaming because i thought I knew what was going to happen. after I convinced dad to let the vet take action, we headed home. I wasnt really use to praying at the time but the whole ride home my head was bowed and my hands were folded as I prayed for my baby to be alright. He didnt have much of a chance but I had faith in God and faith in him. As the doctor explained he could have many things wrong afterwards, mental or physical disabilities. I prayed, cried and begged god every night to just heal my poor little baby and to please just spare him! after several days in the hospital he wasnt getting any better, we almost had to call it quits because the bill was too high and he was getting worse. We told the doctor what we might have to do and he said no, that he would help us out and that even though chances were slim, he believed Oreo could pull through this, continuing the medicine was one of the best decisions I have ever made. several days later we received a call to come pick him up in the next few days that he was well on his way to recovery. i thanked God that my little boy, along with many faithful veterinarians, nurses, prayers, and medicines was finally able to come home! Today he is still my very best friend. By one of Gods miracles He didnt have any physical disabilities as expected, he is only territorial. He has stuck with me through everything and I will always do the same for him. He is loved my many hated by few. God works Miracles. I promise!
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 18:28:48 +0000
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