We are supposed to think of other's needs before our own. Sometimes that is an easy task but other times it is a true sacrifice. I don't know if I could do what was done for me in this story.
When we moved into our house about 30 years ago, the previous owner, Mr. Finch, had a dog but couldn't take him immediately with him. My parents agreed that the dog could stay and be picked up when he was able to. Well if you know me at all, you know I can fall in love with a dog in less than 30 seconds. Bosco and I were best buds immediately. About 2 months later, Mr. Finch told my dad's uncle across the street that he was going to take Bosco home with him. My uncle told him 'if you do, you're going to break one little girl's heart.' I know it was a God thing that moved his heart to think of me before himself. Mr.Finch lived alone and was a former POW veteran. I'm sure it was quite a sacrifice to give up his long loved companion to me. What a generous gift I received. Bosco lived many years after that and was loved like family. He was the first dog to get to come into the house. He met me every day as I got off the bus and I looked for him as much as he did for me.
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What a great story! Thank you for sharing!
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ReplyDeleteThat was a very generous act on his part. I am not sure I could give Jack to someone. Generous gifts come from generous people and God. Dad
ReplyDeleteHow sweet! And what a sacrifice. I had an aunt and uncle when I was growing up who did the same thing for my brother. They had a little chihuahua. They lived in Montoe, LA, and would drive up to Crossett often to visit, always bringing "Little Bit" with them. One Sunday afternoon when they were starting to leave, my uncle called my brother to the car and said, "Come here, Bruce, and get this dog...he is yours." My brother was thrilled to death and we loved that little dog for years and cried hard when he died. You are so right....it takes a generous and loving heart to make such a sacrifice. Thank you, Angie, for this sweet reminder of my childhood. Love you, T.
ReplyDeleteLove the picture of you and Boscoe!
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I love that man!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet story! I'm sure God blessed him for what he did.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice picture of you with bosco! Btw.do you know that bosco means woods in italian?
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Angie, I love the stories of your growing up. What sweet memories. Hope you are doing well. I have had laryngitis and a stuffy nose but other than that we are fine. Mr. Finch is probably long gone by now but hope he got another dog. I know you love animals of all kinds. You have such a tender loving heart. I am thankful for you. Love you. Robbie
ReplyDeleteWhat a precious act of kindness. This is a lesson I am always teaching my girls. One demonstrated it well the other day when she and her daddy wanted different desserts. She followed me into the kitchen and told me to do the one he wanted. Precious, simple act of selflessness.
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