True Love

There have been many moments in my marriage to Brent where I’ve been overwhelmed by the sweetness of my husband’s devotion. I’d like to tell you about one of those moments that particularly stands out.

It was late evening in 2001. I’d been surfing the GH-List (greyhound chat) and had come across the plea I mentioned in my November 24th blog episode:

Help! Cissie needs help! This 10 year old brood matron has been living on a
concrete floor in a breed farm garage in Ocala, Florida. The breeder is done
with her. Anybody got room?

I’d fired off an email indicating I’d take her. Brent came around the corner about the time I was reading the reply: “Sorry – Montana’s too far. Thanks anyway.”

I told him the story with tears running down my face and, even though we didn’t need another dog, he listened attentively. Finally, with a heavy heart, I conceded it just wasn’t meant to be, turned off the computer and headed for bed.

Several minutes later, Brent still hadn’t joined me so I got up to see what was detaining him. I found him at the kitchen table with the Road Atlas, mapping out the route to Ocala, Florida! I was speechless. (About that time the phone rang. It was a woman from St. Louis who had seen the chat room exchange and she had a plan for getting Cissie to Montana.)

There were many greyhounds in need of homes far closer to Montana than Cissie. I knew in my head that it would be crazy to pass by many hundreds of hounds on the way to pick up one little ten-year-old grey girl in Florida. But my heart was filled to overflowing with love for the man who would do just that.

I am truly blessed.