Proof The Bible Is True

Daisies are my favorite flower. Anything with daisies gets my attention–even the word on my computer screen. “Please help save Daisy the Dog!” my friend Judy had posted on Facebook. The message included a picture of a pit bull mix. She looks a lot like Allie, I thought.

Our beloved Staffordshire Terrier had died a year and a half before. I couldn’t imagine replacing her. But I also couldn’t stop myself from reading the post. The picture had come from a Facebook app called Pet Pardons, which helped people find homes for shelter animals scheduled to be put to sleep.

Daisy’s number was up on Monday. Today was the Friday before, and the shelter was located 200 miles away, clear across the state. There was a name and a phone number to call below the picture. Call right now, a voice inside me said.

Getting a dog was a big commitment. Certainly not one I could make without even talking about it with my husband, Shannon, and I wouldn’t be able to reach him at work. Call right now, the voice urged. I picked up the phone and left a message at the number in the post.

“I want to adopt Daisy,” I said, and hung up with my stomach tied in knots. Frankly, I wasn’t ready for another dog. I was still grieving for Allie. And what would Shannon say when he got home from work?

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