A Blessed Adoption
We adopted Louis 5 months ago, and since then, he has been a blessing in our home!—Janaina B.
Inspired by a Shepherd
Here's my Shadow, a two-year-old female German Shepherd, on the Hudson Valley Rail Trail. She inspires me to keep moving forward every day! Phil. 4:13 That you can do all things through Christ which strengthens you.—Sandy W.
A Dreamy Visit from Max
When my daughter's dog, Max, died, I was terrified that he would be all alone in Heaven. He had always been a very people-oriented dog and would be miserable if he was alone. I prayed for Jesus to take care of him and had a dream: I was in a small house with windows and a screen door, just one room. Max came running up, but I could not go out and he could not come in; somehow we knew that was not allowed. He seemed to be in a hurry to get back to the important things he had been doing, and I could tell he was just fine.—Jane S.
A Pair of Canine Caregivers
This is Buddy and JoJo. After my stroke, they wouldn't leave my side. They knew something was wrong! Love my furbabies!—Deb V.
A Comforting Gentleman
Kingston is always a gentle gentleman, and he brings comfort and love wherever he goes.—Elinor L.
A Friend in Need, A Friend Indeed
Scooter has always been my buddy! He has been especially important since my husband passed away. Whenever I am sad and crying, he hugs me!—Jill D.
A Comfort to Kids
My dear sweet Willie Nelson passed away August 27, 2014. Willie was an angel on earth. He took on my worries and comforted like no other dog I'd known. But his true calling came to light when I took in some children while their mother was incarcerated. Willie latched onto those kids and comforted them as if he had no other purpose in the world. It was almost as if through the caretaking, he was whole.—Debra P.
An Anticipated Reunion
Our beautiful boy, Dale (pictured with my son), was the best dog ever! We lost him on April 24th at age 12. We are so broken-hearted. I truly believe that we will see him again.—Norma G.
Stanley on the Spot
This is Stanley, our 10-year-old Pomeranian (his fur is wet from his bath). He is a rescue, and one night while we were sleeping, he went into our home office and started barking. My husband went in and found the surge protector on fire. So Stanley rescued us that night.—Renee G.
Her First Pet
My Toby Matthew, the best buddy this side of paradise. My first pet ever. I received him at age 59; I am now 64. What a gift from the Lord!—Marsha M.