My dad texted me and told me the shocking and terrible news that his beloved dog Rex had been bitten by a rattlesnake. Rushed to the pet ER, Rex was able to respond well to the anti-venom and live through the attack--but would take a few weeks to fully heal.
I set my phone down and sat down with my girls to tell them the news. They love Rex. Whenever we go visit my dad and his wife in Southern California, Rex is definitely a highlight of the trip. My girls were understandably sad.
Ruby (6) looked up at me and said, "Mom, we need to get Rex a present to help him feel better." My first thought was that we probably didn't need to spend the time and money on mailing a dog toy. But I quickly pushed that thought out and realized that Ruby wanted to do something nice for her buddy Rex, and I shouldn't get in the way of that. I told her it was a lovely idea and that we ought to do it.
Later that day we headed to the pet store with some friends and the girls picked out treats and toys for little Rex. We mailed them off--addressed to the dog himself.
Rex is doing much better now - for which I'm grateful. I'm also grateful for the lesson my Ruby girl taught me that day: to reach out where we can to show love (and don't let myself come in the way of her good deeds).