Thursday - February 27, 2025

D. Pat Saxon

SCRIPTURE



1 Corinthians 4


Love is patient, love is kind…


WORDS OF HOPE


I thought I would never get over grieving Charley’s death. My sweet rescue boy who died of pancreatic cancer in June of 2023. Since that day I’ve been a kind of Ancient Mariner in the neighborhood, attaching myself to folks walking dogs and telling my tale of woe as well as inviting myself to friends’ homes to play with their pups. But recently I started just to look at shelter websites and rescue organizations on line, including East Texas. And for some reason, amidst all the diverse and wonderful creatures, one face captured me—a midsized greyish dog , with a spread of white across her neck, and white blaze on her face. A thoughtful face, fitting for a dog named Sage.


With subtle heart-openings day by day, I decided that after Christmas I would go visit the Friends of Marshall Adoption Center and meet Sage. When I got there, the volunteer who greeted me was over the moon excited since Sage had been with them for over a year—their longest resident. No one could understand it because she is a sweet and loving girl. I discovered that Sage was in foster care while recovering from knee surgery a few months ago. Her foster mom Amy brought her to the center to meet me, and everyone was hoping that she would be adopted out. Anticipating bringing her home, I had packed up a sack of new toys and treats and brought a bed for her, but because she had a post-surgical check up in a few weeks, we thought it best to delay and let Amy continue to keep her. Patient love, I kept hearing in my head. Patient love.


Amy was a wonderful foster mom who would have adopted Sage in a heartbeat except that she and her husband already had 3 large “boomer children” and one aging dog. But we kept in close contact. I’d send queries about Sage’s personality, medical issues, and progress. Amy would answer and include pictures and videos that I would moon over. (Embarrassing, I know. Grandparents, you understand!) In the interim, I “puppy proofed” the house, looking for everything toxic (moving Christmas poinsettias up higher) or too enticing for a dog to resist—like shoes and trash baskets with no tops. I replaced pickets in my old fence—caring less about how they looked than that they would hold up against the pressure of canine shoulders on a scent. All the while, the tide of anticipatory love grew stronger.


Valentines weekend I drove out to pick up Sage. Though thunderstorms were forecast for the day, it was clear when I got there and began to reconnect with the volunteers who filed out in numbers to say good bye to this sweet girl. There were lots of tears—of gratitude and relief (one more dog saved) and affection. And then we loaded her into the car and started home. Her forever home.


In the few days that we have been together, her personality has been emerging as we share a space and take the 3 walks a day necessary for her rehab. She is curious about everything and loves to sniff, not with just a passing whiff, but with the attention of a mindfulness master: she causes me to stop to smell the roses, behold the golden glory of pansies, and turn my head upward at the cooing of a mourning dove, as she watches and listens.


Now, who rescued who?


PRAYER


God of patient and kind love, call us to make room in our hearts for creature kin who, though wounded, have so much love to give. Amen.


DEVOTION AUTHOR


Dr. Pat Saxon



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