One day when I was stuck in bed with a bad cold, Peanut
spent a good deal of time digging through her toy big for a specific Nylabone.
Normally I help her with that kind of thing, but since I was sick I told her I
couldn’t help her get it.
So after a couple minutes of work, she got the Nylabone,
jumped onto the bed, and dropped the Nylabone by my hand.
Did I need a Nylabone? No. Did it help my stuffy nose? No.
But I was remarkably touched by her gift nonetheless. Selflessness certainly
does not come naturally to a dog. But here was Peanut, who saw I was sick and
did the best thing she could think of to help. In her mind, this treasured
Nylabone was a great offering. And because I knew that, the gift meant the
world to me.
Peanut gave me the
best thing she could give, and she gave it sacrificially. She gave generously out of what she had to give. And even though it didn't cure my cold, it cheered me up.
I don't think I give as generously as Peanut did that day.
