A few short weeks ago, my old dog Sam, died. He was my buddy...my constant companion. He was old and had been failing in health for several months, so his death was not unexpected. None the less, it broke my heart.
Sometimes an animal comes into our lives that is "special". Through some sort of magical connection, they become more then "just a pet". They become part of your family. That's how it was with Sam. I love that dog so much!
When he died, though, I didn't want to wait around to get another dog. I have no interest in breeding them, so pedigree wasn't a necessity. Price was, right now though. And I just couldn't afford to go to a breeder and by another
Boston. (Which is still THE best dog breed in the world!).
I didn't want to go to the ASPCA or Humane Society, because I find their demands on the potential owners ridiculous. They ask for, literally, hundreds in adoption fees after they do everything short of finger printing you to make sure you fit their estimation of a "good" pet owner and then they presume to tell you what you can and cannot do with your animal. O.K. NO! I'm not a fan of that way of doing things.
Winston won't take Sam's place. No dog will do that. But, Winston sure is helping heal my broken heart.
But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds of the air, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish of the sea inform you. Which of all of these does not know that the hand of the LORD has done this? In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind. --Job 12: 7-12