To some, it may seem silly to cry so many tears over a missing dog, but not for me. She is my darling, my RoZee. Literally a 26th wedding Anniversary gift from her mama Little Annie. April 18th 2008. She was born in my bedroom after a very long wait from the first two of the litter. I was there playing nurse and getting in the way. Annie was very patient with me as I clean little RoZee's mouth and made sure she was okay. As she grew, she was the trouble maker, the escape artist, the cry baby, the one who wanted to be with us, not her litter mates... As we found wonderful homes for her one brother and three sisters, we knew she needed to stay with us. We didn't plan the mating, we didn't plan to keep a pup, they just happened and God knew, we needed them to happen. She has been such a delight and I have learned so much from raising her. I have raise pups before, both Jasper and Annie, and our beloved Sir Justin Good Dog, a story in himself, may he rest in peace. But she has always been different, kind of timid and shy, regular training methods didn't work well with her. I had to get creative to learn sit, drop, stay. I also had to learn about God's grace and forgiveness, which looks a lot different at 45 than 25. At 25 you know everything about nothing, by 45 you realize that you really know nothing about everything. World view changes, God view changes, but at least HE doesn't change. God is still as patient with His child as I had to learn to be with RoZee. I pray in His infinite Grace and Wisdom He will bring the little Dear One home to me again. But I know that if that is not in His plan, yet will I Praise Him. "...though none go with me, still I follow, no turning back, I will walk on..."
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