A Post and a Prayer, the Bodie Edition

Dear God,

The day we said good-bye to Bodie, I asked You to take him to heaven.

Granted, Bodie couldn’t get there on his own merits. (Who of us can? Thank You, Jesus, for making a way for us!) Bodie couldn’t have been more loving, loyal, or courageous, but he was easily offended, prone to jealous pouts, and over-protective of his home place and sofa.  A FedEx driver’s worst nightmare, Bodie was truly awful to anyone he considered a trespasser. 

“But he never bit anyone very hard,” Hubby said yesterday. “He just nipped at them.”

I always felt safe when Bodie was around. Our cats and goats felt so too. Their friend Bodie chased off many a fox or coyote that was up to no good. He wasn’t afraid to break up a bull fight or teach an ornery bovine a lesson in respect. I’ll never forget how he worried about the cows and goats in labor, and couldn’t wait to meet the new arrivals. Such a good dog!

Lord, please tell Bodie how much we love and miss him, but we’re happy that he’s pain-free and once again chasing foxes and rabbits (if that sort of thing is allowed). Thanks so much for 14 great Bodie years!

One more thing: I bet that there’s a young man up there, one that’s always wanted a really cool dog to run and hike mountains with, one that reminds Bodie of his beloved Zach. Maybe You could give them to each other?

Please/thanks/amen/love,

Robin

PS  Don’t forget to tell his new master that Bodie won’t eat pancakes unless there’s syrup on them. And even though he pretends not to like kisses, he really does.

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"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted 

and saves those who are crushed in spirit."

                       ~Psalm 34:18 NIV