Stories And Humor For Inspired Preaching
Our last dog was a Boston terrier named Charlie. Recovering from a cancer operation, I was not yet sure if I would or would not have cancer the rest of my life. Charlie came to our home because he was not wanted elsewhere. Out of a litter of four pups he had handicaps. Nature had dealt him a blow in giving him a cleft palate and a hare lip. Besides that, he limped when he walked.
But Charlie knew I wasn't so well off either. We took to each other right away. He'd crawl up in my big easy chair beside me and snuggle up against me trustfully. I still miss him.