Ruby and I went to the folks yesterday afternoon for a weekly weekend visit….dad told me this amazing story and it just hit me that I had to share it…true story…
Ol’ Bob passed away, gosh, can’t recall at the moment whether it was spring or summer…pry should have asked dad…anyway….Bob passed away while fixing fence…he was round about 90 give or take a year or so…good old guy.
When the ambulance folk came to take Bob away~a young calf came over and laid down in the same spot Bob was just removed. That alone touched my heart.
Dad was in town days ago and learned that recently Bob’s wife (who had been a school teacher of my 76 year old dad) and family had loaded up the herd to sell…guess who was never found? That calf…nowhere to be found. Those are the times that remind me, that to me, God is real….
Much Love and Happy Sunday….
Her belly is full, another successful trip to Gramma’s house!
Many moons ago when The Girl was just a little a series of events happened within a short time that from time to time we still get a good laugh about.
When three years old a friend gave us a blue heeler pup, the runt of the litter, we named him Sam.
Girlie and Sam were inseparable from the start, they were quite the pair! As they grew their bond became so strong that no one besides me, The Old Boy and the grandparents could get near her without Sam coming between. In time we started calling him Brother, it fit. Living in a small town of about 250 and with my working at the town’s small Mart and with Brother going with us almost everywhere, people knew Sammy at K’s Brother.
Think it was the summer after K turned 5 that a new family to town bought and started up the small town cafe. Often K and I would go to the cafe at noon with our friend Miss Velma, eat dinner and socialize. Almost always we wouldn’t eat all our food, we’d get a box to take the leftovers home for Brother.
One day Miss Velma was laughing as she said she had a hoot of a story. The owners of the cafe were rather concerned about K’s brother, we never brought him in to eat with us and they never saw this brother any other time when they would see me and K. The very kind people thought we had this little boy at home that we didn’t bring out in public and would take our leftovers home to! Miss Velma told them that they had seen Brother, the blue heeler dog we often had with us when walking around town. They’d never even thought that the dog could be the Brother we took our food home to!
About that same time a young family moved to town, not far down the street from where we were living. The mother came to me one day with a story. This mom was teaching Vacation Bible School in town and K was with her group. After the story she told she asked all the kids to raise their hands if they had siblings and K raised her hand. Mrs. H. asked K about her siblings being she’d seen us many times and had never seen any other children. K said she had a brother named Sammy, he was her dog!
The love between a girl and her dog, absolutely priceless!