A Dog’s Tale


This was supposed to be a painting in memory of an old woman and her dog. Sadly, the painting of the woman turned out disastrous without a reference photo, and so i was left with only her dog.

In the village where i used to live, there was an old neighbour and her faithful companion. Wherever she went, he(?) followed. Every evening, both would take a stroll to the village entrance where she would sit on a stone bench. The woman had her walking stick and her dog would lie down beside her seat. There, she would wave or have a chat with anyone who walked by.

One day, she passed away. At her wake, everyone was touched by the sight of her dog lying beside her coffin. I could never forget the forlorn look in the eyes of her faithful companion. He refused to leave her side or eat anything. Shortly after, he passed on too.

This unforgettable story often reminds me of two other relationships in the scriptures – that of Mary and John, with Jesus.

While Martha was busy with all the preparation, her sister, Mary, chose what was more important and “sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what He said. (Luke 10.:39)

John, the beloved disciple of Jesus, was the one who leaned on His chest, which showed how close he was to Jesus. John was also the courageous apostle who stood by Jesus right to the end, at the foot of the Cross. (John 19:25-27)

How faithful are we to our own Master, our Saviour?     By Renee



His name was Elvis, after the king of rock and roll – Elvis Presley. His mother was a rottweiler but the father’s identity and breed was unknown because she went missing for several weeks and came home pregnant. Elvis had six other siblings when we adopted him. He was chosen because when we pinched his neck and lifted him up, his legs were curled up. We believe that this action indicates a “hardworking” dog. And in those days, dogs not only guard the owner’s house but also got rid of pests too. It was 1974.

Elvis was a smart dog, a loyal friend and a playmate to me. He liked his biscuits with coffee every morning and whenever I climbed the apple-guava tree, he would wait patiently for me to throw some fruits down. There were, of course, many things that Elvis couldn’t do. He couldn’t understand the storybook I was reading and couldn’t comprehend why I stared at that TV for a whole afternoon instead of play catch with him.

I wondered if I had the power to transform into a dog, however humiliating it is to me, would I be able to teach Elvis to read? Or explain Hawaii Five-O to him? Perhaps to some extent; but probably not, because of his limitation as a dog. Just like God Who became man in Jesus; it was a million times more humiliating for Him than it would be were I to become a dog. And sometimes when we try to understand things that happen in our lives and Who God is and what He is doing, we are just foolish enough not to know our own limitations.

“Can you fathom the mysteries of God? Can you probe the limits of the Almighty?” Job 11:7 (NIV)

Elvis Presley passed away in the summer of 1977.
A year later, Elvis our dog died of a car accident, caused indirectly by me.
I really pray that dogs go to heaven.    By B