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"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 looking 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, he'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."
Close your eyes for a moment and
think about the love that makes you sigh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of cool air on a hot day.
They are they sighs of your heart.
The more you love, the bigger the sighs.
"SIGHS OF THE HEART"
by Bob Perks
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