My son’s dog, Bowser, was a great friend to him. He was only six months old, but we all loved him. He was one of those pups who has spirit, charm and lots of personality. He was a very smart dog too. He would distract the other dogs by barking out the door and when they were all distracted, pick up the food bowl and carry it into another room to eat undisturbed.
He contracted some type of sickness this past week, and because there’s no veterinarian here in our little Honduran town, all we could do was look online for solutions and try to keep him hydrated. The brave little guy checked out tonight. My son came to me when he knew for sure the little dog was gone and just melted in my arms as we both cried. We all cried. My wife came home with my daughter and they were both heartbroken about it.
I wrote this for…
You know… you’re almost seventeen. I think you understand
the facts of life and death, my son, the Father’s master plan.
At least you know as well as most that God is sovereign.
I dug the grave, you laid him in, remember this, young man,
that nothing cuts as deeply as the end of life’s long span.
I know you loved your little friend. Though small he was so grand.
Although you haven’t cried for years, tonight the teardrops ran.
Come sit with me a while my son, for soon you’ll be a man.
But this night let me be your strength. In time you’ll love again.