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Chris and His Dog

Story ID:5077
Written by:Suzana Margaret Megles (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Diary/Journal Entry
Location:Lakewood Ohio usa
Year:2008
Person:Chris
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My thanks to Connie Schultz of the Cleveland Plain Dealer for originally
writing this story in February 2008.

There is something very special about a child and his/her dog. In this case-
this account is about Chris and his dog Cricket.

Chris was special because there wasn't anything he wanted so much as "a plain
brown dog." He knew that the fancy breed dogs would have no problems finding
a home. No, he just wanted a plain ole brown dog. And he promised his mother
he would save every penny he could to buy a dog bowl, a leash, and a collar. And
he also promised he would train her too and make sure he had time to play with
her.

His mother was proud of Chris because he was a conscientious student who
made A's at school. Knowing that they didn't have much money, he really said
that all he really wanted was a dog. But she told him he'd have to wait until
she could afford to buy a house because they were not allowed to have pets where
they were renting.

Karen's dream of home ownership happened in 1993 when she, Chris, and sister
Nikki would finally have their own house in Lakewood. After moving in, she
asked Chris if he still wanted that plain brown dog. Oh- did he ever.

Together Chris and his mother went to the Animal Protective League in
Cleveland. There they passed the lost or abandoned orphans who pressed
wet noses through wire-caged doors - pleading with their eyes to be chosen.

It didn't take long for Chris to focus on Cricket -a mix of boxer, terrier, and beagle.
She was brown with patches of white on her chest and paws. She was scooped
up and set down for Chris to get a good look at.

Karen noted that she was bow-legged- but that didn't faze Chris nor did he care.
She was perfect in his eyes as he put his arm around her- accepting the wet
puppy kisses she was giving him.

Everyday -true to his promise, Chris frolicked with Cricket in the yard and they
became best of friends. Truly, Chris was someone who loved animals. His heart
broke one day when he found a sick kitten who had to be put down. He wondered
how she felt about this.

Then the unthinkable happened. After a year and a half after getting Cricket,
Chris went with his friends to try out his new mountain bike. It would be a
day which changed the lives of Karen, Nikki, and Cricket forever.

This day -Karen received a call from the police that Chris had been hit by a
train. Overwhelmed with grief, Karen could only scream for Jesus as she fell
to the floor. At the hospital she saw a body still perfect but Chris' head had
such serious injuries that there was no hope that he would recover from them.
Hooked up to life support, Karen allowed his organs to be donated. He died
three days after the accident on August 12, 1995.

The only part left of Chris was Crickett, and Karen did indeed feel his presence
with her near by. She and Cricket felt some solace as they walked together-
sometimes for miles -remembering the boy they had both loved. And Cricket
needed to be close to her as much as she need to be close to her -now that
Chris was gone forever.

So for 12 years Chris' presence was felt through Cricket. But now it was Cricket
who had to leave because one day -having been taken to the vets -an X-ray
confirmed that she was dying. When Cricket was given the injection which
would end her suffering, Karen felt the pain deeply because now another piece
of her son was gone.

On Chris' birthday - April 13 Karen placed an "In Memorian" ad with a photo of
Chris and Cricket in the newspaper. A beautiful tribute to a boy and his brown
dog. She hopes that they are together now but doesn't know.

If they are not together now Karen- I know they will be one day at the restoration
of the world in end times- because so many of us who have also lost our best friends
are banking on that happening. We can't imagine that a loving God would not
re-unite us with those animals we loved and who loved us back in such great
overflowing measure.