“The meaning of ‘angels’ is the confirmations of God and His celestial powers. Likewise angels are blessed beings who have severed all ties with this nether world, have been released from the chains of self and the desires of the flesh, and anchored their hearts to the heavenly realms of the Lord. These are of the Kingdom, heavenly; these are of God, spiritual; these are revealers of God’s abounding grace; these are dawning-points of His spiritual bestowals.”
(Abdu’l-Baha, Selections from the Writings of Abdu’l-Baha – Baha’i)
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“We are truly blessed” I tell my Husband. He hasn’t peed in the house once. He has a great appetite and look how cute he is!” Our little angel adoringly looks up at me with big brown eyes. My husband is examining the gouged edge of the cover protecting the couch from doggie hair. “There are no scraps of material anywhere. Can you believe he swallowed it?. Maybe we should take him to the vet?”
I look up at my husband trying to appear not the least bit concerned, ” He’s just a bit anxious. OF COURSE he would chew it up. If you were the one who was rescued an hour before you were to die only to be imprisoned in a horrible enclosure without any companionship and now find yourself in strange surroundings, you would do the same.” My husband looks at me like I’m nuts. Homer looks at me lovingly, nudging my hand for more petting. (It’s obvious that human men just don’t get it).
The bigger more pressing issue is doing something about that name. HOMER! It’s stressing me out to think he has a name that simply doesn’t fit his personality. This is my priority right now, NOT an old throw cover.
“Call him Butchie”, suggests my Dad. “That was the name of my first dog.” “Dad, that has been the name of every dog you have ever had. We’re not calling him Butchie. Look at that sweet little angelic face. Butchie is for a bulldog.” My Dad looks at me like I’m nuts.
This is a dog who deserves a proper name that reflects his personality – distinct but cute, short but sweet, unique but memorable, independent but loving – a doggie name? a human name?
I get a baby book of names. I read the dictionary of names. I poll friends, family, colleagues. I ask strangers on the street what their dog’s name is. I call out different names to see what he might respond to. He tilts his head and looks angelically at me with big brown eyes at every name I try. He’s so cute.
“Take a look at this,” my husband waves the gouged edges of our bed comforter at me. “There are no scraps of material anywhere. Can you believe he’s eaten it?”
“Just remember that we are so blessed. He hasn’t peed in the house once. He has a great appetite and look how cute he is!” My little angel proceeds to lick my face, my arms my neck in a display of doggie love.