24 And God said, “Let the earth bring forth living creatures according to their kinds—livestock and creeping things and beasts of the earth according to their kinds.” And it was so. 25 And God made the beasts of the earth according to their kinds and the livestock according to their kinds, and everything that creeps on the ground according to its kind. And God saw that it was good.
My dog died yesterday. At my request, she was given a fatal dose of medicine that stopped her heart. I held her close to me as she took her last breaths, whispering “good girl” into her ear with all the courage I could muster, and gently knuckled the side of her face the way she always loved me to do.
So God created man in his own image,
in the image of God he created him;
male and female he created them.
28 And God blessed them. And God said to them, “Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth and subdue it, and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over every living thing that moves on the earth.”
I had dominion over my dog, Mabel, for most of her life. She lived to be 17. I wasn’t expecting to adopt a dog the day I adopted Mabel. I’d had an argument with my husband and I went to the human society to love on some dogs to make myself feel better. While all the other dogs barked at me, Mabel stood in her kennel quiet, dejected, resigned to her fate.
I asked if I could take her outside for a little walk. It seemed like a kind gesture since all of the smaller dogs were confined to tiny kennels. She loved it. She trotted alongside me, sniffing the wind, wagging her tail, and then sniffing some more.
When I brought her back to the building, the volunteer told me she was due to be “put down” the next day, and I heard myself say promptly, “I’ll take her.”
Regular people didn’t have cell phones back then, which means I didn’t have a cell phone. And so I adopted a dog without talking to my husband, without considering the consequences, without thinking about anything but saving that dog’s life.
That was my contribution to God’s gift of dominion over the animals. Her life was in my hands and I made the decision to let her live.
My husband never said a word.
19 Now out of the ground the Lord God had formed[f] every beast of the field and every bird of the heavens and brought them to the man to see what he would call them. And whatever the man called every living creature, that was its name.
I named her Mabel. And for the fifteen years that we were together, she devoted her life to me: to my protection, my comfort, my friendship, my life. I saved her life and she would never stop thanking me for it.
Yesterday I ended her life.
Jesus, thank you for Mabel. Thank you for the years of loyal friendship and companionship. Thank you for letting me steward that wonderful life. I am and will be forever grateful for the time we had together. Thank you, God. Thank you for Mabel.
Sound asleep by my side.