Roxy--Our Adopted Best Friend

Roxy was our beloved pet for 14 years. We got her for my daughter Lynn’s sixteenth birthday. Lynn had been begging for a dog and in a weak moment we agreed to her request. We decided that a pound puppy would be a good choice, so off to PetsMart we went, since they brought in a selection of puppies for adoption each weekend. Upon surveying the motley crew of dogs and cats, Lynn and I spotted a couple of cute white dogs with black and brown spots—a brother and sister pair, but we weren’t quite sure if one of them might be “the right one.” So back to the car for the next stop, and off to the humane society we went.

Anytime you go to a place like that you hurt for the sad little animals just peering through the cages, longing to be grabbed up into your arms to be loved and cared for and you wish that you could take them all home. After checking out the big dogs, the small dogs, the old and the young, the hairy and even scary dogs, it was determined that none of those was meant to go home with us.

Getting into the car, our minds returned to PetsMart and the little pair of white spotted dogs, so back we went. Again we checked out the brother and sister and determined that the little girl puppy had all of the qualities we were looking for in our new dog. She was tiny, she was soft and she was very calm—a perfect combination. We were already falling in love with this precious creature.

Upon adopting the puppy which was named Roxy after much deliberation, we took her to our veterinarian to get her shots and have her checked out. He showed concern and thought she might have distemper. A shot was given to her to see if it would help, but when we returned then next week, the doctor did not give us much hope for the little dog to survive. She had not responded to the first medicine, and there was only one other thing to try. Of course we would have tried anything at this point because Roxy had stolen our hearts, since she was a small, soft fur ball that was so sweet.

Well, the second treatment did work and then our ideal little puppy began to show her true colors. Apparently the disease is what had made her calm, because once she got well, she got wild, running and jumping and barking and biting—not exactly what we had wanted. And then she started to grow and she grew and grew until she was no longer the tiny dog that had been our desire. As she got larger, her soft fur began to change also—it became wiry and stiff. How did this happen? We had been fooled; Roxie was not at all what we thought she was going to be like, but by this point we didn’t care because she was our adopted baby dog and we loved and accepted her just like God made her.

When God adopts us into His family, He accepts us just like we are--faults, sins and all of the other imperfection in our lives, after all, there are no surprises to Him. God longs for us to be in His family and will do whatever it takes to adopt us and make us His own and then to change us into His family likeness—holy and blameless.

Ephesians 1:4-6 For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love he predestined us to be adopted as his sons through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will— to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves.

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Comments

Margaret said…
Sweet Roxy. I sure do miss her love that she so sincerely gave to all of us.
Unknown said…
Alex, Brad and I will miss Roxy and even Kevin! The boys still have her picture on their desk. I know you will miss her dearly.

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