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01/02/2026, 10:05 AM

And 12 furry legs

A Love I Never Knew Until I Watched My Children

I never grew up with pets, so I didn’t fully understand the bond between people and their animals. I’ve always respected it and never judged it, but if I’m honest, I was simply amazed by the depth of love people have for their “fur children.” It was a kind of connection I admired from the outside.


That changed when I watched my own children love their pets.


Seeing the way they connect melts my heart. Their pets give them a love that is unconditional—one that makes them feel secure, protected, and deeply understood. On hard days, when the world feels heavy, they retreat to their rooms with their dogs. Behind closed doors, there is unwinding, quiet companionship, and a calming presence that helps them reset and face the world again.


Sometimes I overhear what happens in those sacred spaces. Genesis talks to Piggy as if she understands every word. Piggy looks at her like she’s her whole world—following her everywhere, eyes fixed on her face, waiting patiently for her next instruction, eager to serve. To her, she isn’t just her human; she’s her person, her mom.


Nissi reads to Anna, our retired service dog. Anna watches her with a tenderness that feels maternal, as if she’s protecting her own baby. She allows Nissi to dress her, lean on her, lay on her, and pour out the overwhelm of her day. Anna absorbs it all with endless patience—patience that we, as adults, so often long to have.


Then there’s Kona and Ezekiel. Their bond is different but just as profound. Kona seems to understand that Ezekiel will watch over her and call on her when he needs her. In return, she brings him calm, balance, and a sense of being truly seen. Together, they ground each other in a quiet, unspoken way.


Watching these relationships has taught me something sacred: to love is to trust, and trust brings peace. Pets love without conditions, without expectations, and without judgment. They hold our secrets, listen to our wild ideas, and never repeat a word. They sit with us in silence and stay when words fail.


Yet as beautiful as this love is, it will never compete with or replace God’s unfailing love for us. Even at our weakest, most stubborn moments, He loved us enough to send salvation through His Son, Jesus Christ. On the cross, Jesus paid the price for our sins—past, present, and ongoing—so we could be cleansed, redeemed, and restored. No earthly love compares to that sacrifice.


Scripture reminds us of God’s care not only for us, but for all He has created:


“Your righteousness is like the highest mountains,

your justice like the great deep.

You, Lord, preserve both people and animals.”

— Psalm 36:6


I’ve come to believe pets are a gift from God—small reflections of His kindness and care. Through my children and their animals, I’ve learned that sometimes the deepest healing doesn’t come from answers or solutions, but from a faithful presence nearby—one that quietly reminds us of the greater, everlasting love we have in Christ.




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