Shades of Hope

We were newly married and David was working the late night shift at a cremation organization. He was worried about leaving me alone in a city neither of us was sure of just yet. I needed some companionship and something to care for as David worked and attended school. Bettis was the best of both worlds. He offered protection and comfort in a place so far from home. The years went on and Bettis traveled with us from the waters of St. Petersburg to Ocala’s horse country and back to the rolling hills of Tallahassee. At four years old he was surprised with a dog, Bradshaw, to call his own. Even though that black lab mix was young, full of energy and sharp puppy teeth Bettis was a perfect brother. He had the ability to enjoy playing with him but also corrected him with love when he misbehaved. David had a buddy who slept in with him on cold mornings and explored the yard with him on late nights. Bettis curled up next to me when David worked late and understood all my tearful episodes when I was hurting.
But you, O Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness. (Psalm 86:15) This verse speaks of the character of God. He loves us no matter what and constantly offers us his grace and faithfulness. This verse also to me speaks of the God in my dog. I believe that we can learn about God’s character from the four legged dogs which capture our hearts. A harsh bark he never gave us and even after we showed him irritation he returned with a tail wag and lick of love. We were always greeted at the door when we returned home, no matter how long we had been gone. He offered us all of himself regardless of the fact we gave him the same meal day after day. His devotion was endless and his warm company always present. Bettis presented us with shades of hope when the world was so cold and dark.
Those who have cherished a pet will understand the words in this blog. Bettis was our four legged, eleven and a half year old child who brought so much joy to our lives. In the last few months we learned Bettis had a tumor on his lung and David and I knew that his days with us were numbered. His breathing became difficult for him and his brown eyes searched ours for a reason for his hurting. Unselfishly and with great difficulty we sent him to run and play in the perfect fields of heaven. I held his pure white face and looked into his weary eyes as he eased into a ceaselessly slumber. Stroking his head and speaking assurance to him I flashed back to all the years he gave us. Bettis loved David and me with endless devotion however God loved us so much he sent his son. Bettis was always agreeable with our decisions; God constantly stands next to us no matter our choices. Bettis made us feel safe; God grants us protection from evil’s destruction. I knew at that moment I had seen a glimpse of my creator in a solid white American bull dog. Tonight as my heart aches for the tenderness of my loyal friend I can praise God for the life we shared and the gift of God’s nature within my dog.