LIVING in the next house to us was a little fox terrier, and for a long time he used to come to our kitchen door every day for a bone, or anything else we could give him, from the pantry. But at length his visits ceased, and, forgetting to inquire after him, we considered at the end of some months that he was dead.
However, one morning, hearing a whining at the back door, I opened it, and there was Prince, looking much fatter, and in better condition than formerly. He was delighted to see me again, and on my proceeding to find something for him he told me, as plainly as a dog could, and with much wagging of his tail, that he had not come for what he might get this time, but just for the pleasure of seeing an old acquaintance. He only stayed a few minutes, and I learnt afterwards that, having been given to a friend who lived some miles away, he had been brought over to his old home on that day, and during a visit of about half an hour he had found time to prove that he was not forgetful of past benefits.
The gratitude of this little dog made me think of how we fail in seeking the Lord’s presence because we love Him.
ML 11/15/1903