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

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