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Topic: Pets (09/13/04)
TITLE: Daisy By Amy Collins 09/13/04 |
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My golden retrever, Daisy, walked into the room and jumped up onto my bed as I sat down. She cocked her head, wondering why I was crying. I reached over and scratched behind her ears, trying to comfort both her and myself.
“Oh, Daisy,” I said, laying my head on her chest, letting the tears soak her slowly. I could feel her breathing. “Why’d God have to take her away? She never did anything to displease Him-she was always so devoted to God. She believed Him whole heartedly, and loved Him more than anything in the world. Why’d He have to take her? I’m not ready for her to leave-I need her! I’m only 14, she’s my mom-how do I get through life without her? This isn’t fair!” I sobbed, and stopped talking, as if waiting for Daisy to reply. Instead of talking, she reached up and licked my face, right next to my ear. As she licked me over and over, trying to calm me down, her tounge made a sort of rhythmic noise. I listened to it for a second, trying not to make much noise.
Suddenly a fresh breeze blew over me, and I glanced over at my window, it was shut. The air conditioner was also off, because the whole house was hot, and the AC made weird noises in my room. No, it wasn’t the weather, and it wasn’t the house-it was something else. I looked down at Daisy, who had stopped licking me. She was panting, and a smile seemed to be on her face. She barked and licked me once more. The bark seemed to say “its okay!” And I knew it sounded weird, but it felt like Daisy was speaking to me in dog language and I could understand it.
It caused me to smile,and I suddenly felt a little better. “Thanks, Daisy.” I hugged her, trying to wipe away my tears. “You’re so precious, I love you.”
I could hear my dad downstairs, trying to make something for dinner, even though it used to be my mom’s job to cook. I held back a few more tears, and knowing Daisy could sense it, looked down at her. She cuddled up closer to me, and barked again-quieter this time, as if she was falling asleep. And then I knew it would be okay. God had spoken through my dog, and now I knew that no matter what God was here, and He took my mom for a reason He couldn’t explain to me.