"A friend loves at all times..." (Proverbs 17:17a)
Several years ago, my mom came home to tell me and my brothers and sister about a lady she met at the salon. This lady was upset because she needed to sale her dog's puppies, but she really didn't want to get rid of them. She was one of those people who treat her animals like children. Our family never understood that very well. (
I didn't, anyway). Maybe that was because my parents had been blessed with lots (5) of children, or maybe that was a personal 'defect' in me. Despite how we (or I) had thought about pets before, my mom was taken by the cute puppies and said we should get one.
We did. We named him Tucker, and it wasn't too long before we thought of Tucker as more than just a pet too. Certainly, he was more to us than the way we had thought about pets before. Tucker was a member of the family--a family mascot so to speak.
Even though we had never been good at training pets, Tucker quickly learned to sit, speak, shake, and fetch (
sort of), and he was a vigilant watch-dog...against squirrels. When we would arrive at home, he would sweep the yard, sending the squirrels scrambling for safety, before greeting us with his tail wagging. Of course, people anthropomorphize their pets so much, but we were certain that this was a sign of his loyalty and protection. Indeed, he was a loyal dog.
Our affection for Tucker eventually led us to acquire another puppy from Tucker's "mom's" next litter. Our fear at the time was that Tucker might not welcome this new dog to our home, but he did. Tucker never once became aggressive or seemed upset by this new pup. In fact, our new puppy--Dale--(Tucker's half-brother, so to speak) would bark and chase Tucker. Even though he was bigger and stronger, Tucker just backed away. Tucker's humble approach wasn't just a sweet demeanor, but a sign of his loyalty. He accepted Dale because we accepted Dale. In fact, our neighbor got a puppy from Dale's litter at the same time. When she brought it over, we expected that Tucker would be as gentle with this puppy. Despite that these two pups looked very similar to the human eye, Tucker knew the difference and pounced on the new puppy, growling and barking in a rare display of aggression. This moment has always stuck in my mind as this amazing display of Tucker's loyalty. He distinguished between Dale (our puppy) and our neighbor's puppy, accepting one as associated with us and rejecting the other.
I'm not much of a pet-lover these days, but Tucker and I were good friends. (I guess Tucker could bring out the best in all of us --even me). I could rest-assured that when I sat on the porch, Tucker would stick his head under my arm and lay across my lap for me to pet him, that he would greet me coming and going out the door, and that he would (try to) play football with us--usually by taking the ball in his mouth, giving a friendly growl, and then trying to run away with it.
When I got older and moved away, I didn't see Tucker much, but I'm glad that my children got to meet him. When we came to visit, he treated them with the same affection and loyalty as he did Dale. They were accepted because they were accepted by those he was so fiercely loyal to. He loved their attention, and they loved that he gave it to them.
We lost this loyal friend last week, but like any family member, there will always be a part of us that is Tucker. He will now rest where he lived out his days: in my parent's yard. I suspect the squirrels will roam with a little less fear.
What thanks we owe God for the good gifts and relationships he gives us in this life and how, even in a dog, he can show us what a loyal friend is.
Rest in peace, Tucker.