Thank Christ for my dog, Bitsy.

When I was 12 years old, I asked my parents for a dog. My dad told me to ask God for the exact kind of dog that I wanted. So, that night I prayed for a small white dog with brown spots. A week later God sent me Bitsy – a white, month-old Miniature Chihuahua/Shih Tzu mix (with brown spots and all).

I took Bitsy to Central Bark today (a dog park down the street). She’s 13 years old now (91 in dog years). It was the first time we went to a dog park together. She has never been around that many dogs in one place, so her natural reaction was to stand as close to my leg as possible.

As I tried my best to walk around the park with her, a thought came to mind. Bitsy has been a loyal companion. Looking back on all of the major events that happened during the last 13 years of my life, I realize that she has always been by my side. She is a reminder that God is always by my side – He cares about me and answers even the simplest of my prayers. So, thank You Christ for Bitsy, a reminder that You love me.

Bitsy at Central Bark