The cutest thing I have ever seen!!! hcsijcaicjasiohaoi
A Dog of Destiny
by Luis Nepomuceno (My grandfather’s story about Boomer)
During the homily at Mass one Saturday evening at the Little Souls Convent in Tagaytay, Luis Nepomuceno shared some experiences in his God-given mission to make Jesus better known and loved. After sharing some of the activities of the little souls, he concluded with a very human little story, a true story.
About a month before, his daughter was up in Tagaytay for the weekend. Driving on the way home to our little house in Highgrove, she saw a very thin, wounded dog, with a rope tied tightly around his neck, wandering aimlessly in the middle of the road, without any direction. Surely this poor emaciated dog, who must have escaped from cruel captors, was going to be run over.
Reaching home, she was ill at ease, decided to tell her eleven year old daughter what she saw. Her daughter urged her to go back and look for the poor dog. Calling the driver, they both got in the car and searched for the dog, going back and forth on the road, but no dog. They mused, he must have been run over by now.
Her young daughter was beside herself, as they saw no dead dog on the road. She urged her mom to try once more. They got in the car and went around again, to no avail. Returning home to Highgrove, as they approached the long driveway to the subdivision, miracle of miracles, the dog had wandered into the driveway!
Getting off the car they cautiously approached the dog, just in case it may not be friendly. For some reason, this obviously fugitive dog that must have escaped his captors, wagged his tail weakly. So they took him and brought this thin, ugly, dirty, wounded dog home. They cut the rope gently, put him in a box lined with a towel. The dog must have sensed that he was now in safe, caring hands. The dog went to sleep and rest from his probable nightmare of escape, eluding those hunting him down.
He slept until the next day, they fed him a little milk, but could only take very little. They cleaned him up a little, carefully avoiding his large hip wounds that almost exposed his bones. Then back to sleep again.
His daughter called the Vet in Alabang for advise, informing him that they rescued a wounded dog, and was told to bring the dog over. When they brought the dog to the Vet, he and his assistants were shocked to see the dog in such a terrible condition and doubted if he would survive. They shaved the dog, treated his wounds and prescribed the needed medication.
Visits to the Vet became a weekly routine, slowly the dog started to eat, wounds beginning to heal, and was lovingly given the name Boomer.
Months later the miracle dog recovered fully and turned out to be a beautiful white dog, with such a good disposition, that he is loved by all.
One evening I dreamt that Boomer had come to my bedside and woke me up speaking. To my surprise, I uttered, “Boomer, you can talk!” He replied, “Only when necessary.”
As I sat up in bed, I looked at Boomer, waiting for him to speak. He did. “I wanted to ask you something,” Boomer said. “What is it Boomer,” I asked.
Then came his bombshell, Boomer cleared his throat and asked, “Are you Jesus?” Shocked and tongue-tied, I was able to reply, “Boomer, no.” After a pause, I asked him, “Why did you think that?”
Then Boomer related his reason, “Your daughter and granddaughter, who rescued me, I could sense that they were good people. When people approached me in my wounded condition, I would normally flee, but when your children approached me, I stayed and wagged my tail. Then they brought me home, cared for me, nursed me with so much tenderness, that I could not help but recover with so much love lavished on me. It was perhaps all this love that blossomed in me to make me look the way I am now, fully recovered.”
I was flabbergasted at how Boomer remembered the details of his rescue and recovery, and he concluded, “With all that love, I had figured that your children must be the children of Jesus.”
“No boomer, I am not Jesus,” I said, “but Jesus is indeed in my daughter and granddaughter, particularly when they had His Loving Heart, when they were moved with merciful love to search for you and rescue you.”
Today, boomer is the apple of everyone’s eyes, lavishing everyone with his good disposition and love. A love that is perhaps nurtured by a sense of gratitude for having been rescued, saved and nursed back to a love-filled life.
I love boomer <3 he’s looking more and more like Sandy, my Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier <3
I ABSOLUTELY love this story! <3
