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<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>I wanted to share this little story that
I received yesterday. I think that many of </FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>of us will agree with what this little
girl feels. </FONT></STRONG></DIV>
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<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2>Puppy Size
(Sighs)......<BR>====================<BR><BR>"She keeps repeating it over and
over again. We've been back to<BR>this shelter at least five times. It has
been weeks now since<BR>we started all of this," the woman told the
volunteer.<BR><BR>"What is it she keeps asking for?" she
asked.<BR></FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2>"Puppy size!"<BR></DIV></FONT></STRONG>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2>"We have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's
looking for."<BR><BR>"I know. We have seen most of them," she said in
frustration.<BR><BR>Just then the young child came walking in the
office.<BR><BR>"Well, did you find one?"<BR><BR>"No, not this time," she said
with sadness in her voice.<BR>"Can we come back on the weekend?"<BR><BR>The two
women looked at each other, shook their heads and<BR>laughed.<BR><BR>"You never
know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately,<BR>there's always a
supply," the volunteer said.<BR><BR>The young child took her mother by the hand
and headed to the<BR>door.<BR><BR>"Don't worry, I bet we'll find one this
weekend," the child<BR>said.<BR><BR>Over the next few days both mom and dad had
long conversations<BR>with her. They both felt she was being too
particular.<BR><BR>"It's this weekend or we're not looking any more," dad
finally<BR>said in frustration.<BR><BR>"We don't want to hear anything more
about "puppy size" either,"<BR>mom added.<BR><BR>Sure enough they were the first
ones in the shelter on Saturday<BR>morning. By now, the young child knew
her way around, so she<BR>ran right for the section that housed the smaller
dogs.<BR><BR>Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at
the<BR>end of the first row of cages. There was an observation
window<BR>so you could see the animals during times when visitors
weren't<BR>permitted.<BR><BR>The young girl walked slowly from cage to cage,
kneeling<BR>periodically to take a closer look. One by one the dogs
were<BR>brought out and she held each one.<BR><BR>One by one she said, "Sorry,
you're not the one."<BR><BR>It was the last cage on this last day in search of
the perfect<BR>pup. The volunteer opened the cage door and the child
carefully<BR>picked up the dog and held it closely.<BR><BR>This time she took a
little longer.<BR><BR>"Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's
the one!<BR>I know it!" she screamed with joy. Mom, startled by all
the<BR>commotion, came running.<BR><BR>"What? Are you sure? How do
you know?" she asked.<BR><BR>"It's the puppy sighs!"<BR><BR>"Yes, it is the same
size as all the other puppies you held the<BR>last few weeks," mom
said.<BR><BR>"No, not 'size'- sighs. When I held him in my arms he
sighed,"<BR>she said.<BR><BR>"So?"<BR><BR>"Don't you remember? When I
asked you one day what love is, you<BR>told me "Love depends on the sighs of
your heart. The more you<BR>love, the bigger the sighs!"<BR><BR>The two
women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't<BR>know whether to
laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug her<BR>child she did a little of
both.<BR><BR>"Mom, every time you hold me I sigh. When you and Daddy
come<BR>home from work and hug each other you both sigh. I knew I
would<BR>find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms,"<BR>she
said.<BR><BR>Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, "Mom,
he<BR>loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart."<BR><BR>Close your eyes
for a moment and think about the love that makes<BR>you sigh.<BR><BR>I not only
find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the<BR>caress of a sunset, the kiss
of the moonlight and the gentle<BR>brush of cool air on a hot day.<BR><BR>They
are the sighs of God.<BR><BR>~by Bob Perks~</FONT></STRONG></DIV></DIV>
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<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>It is the sighs of the hearts that we
hear when we hold that special one. Our heart as well as
the</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>hearts of those of our loved ones at the
Rainbow Bridge speak to us, letting us know that the time</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>is right and that they want us to share
that love with another. </FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique></FONT></STRONG> </DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>Droolz,</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>Karen and The Dog House
Gang</FONT></STRONG></DIV></BODY></HTML>