Enduring the Darkness

Earlier today, we took Carl in for his annual checkup. We knew that we might confront some issues but were hoping that he would cooperate. It hasn’t been a year since Carl had to have his tail removed due to it being a screw tail. This was an extremely painful surgery due to the tail being an extension of the spinal cord. It took months before he would allow anyone to place their hand on his lower back without him growling or moving away. So it didn’t surprise us when the assistant placed the thermometer into Carl’s backend that he became extremely upset. A male assistant came in to hold Carl down, but by this time, he was baring his teeth and trying to nip his hand.  It was then that they had no choice but to place a muzzle on him to keep him from opening his mouth.  The unique quality about this muzzle was that it also covered Carl’s eyes so he couldn’t see what was about to happen.

With Carl being blinded, the vet was able to give him two shots, take blood and check his ears. It was clear that he wasn’t happy but since he couldn’t see what was going to happen next, he was much more cooperative.

I can’t help but wonder how much we are like Carl.  When we are aware of the trials that we are going through, we can become frustrated or even hostile. We can lash out at the people that are closest to us and often cause damage to our relationships.  But when we are blinded by the unknown, we seem to be able to tolerate much more than what we could ever imagine.

As I look back at my life and the many trials that I have gone through, I must say that I am extremely grateful that I wasn’t aware of what was going to happen. If I knew that suffering was in my future, I believe I would become either hostile or be consumed with the knowledge of what lay ahead.

These thoughts only provoke a strong sense of appreciation for what Jesus did for me. He knew that he would suffer and even told his disciples on many occasions about the specific details. But even so, he stayed focused on his mission without hostility or anger. With each miracle he performed or lesson he preached, the road to Calvary drew closer.

And on the last night before his death, he took the time to wash his disciples’ feet to demonstrate his love for them. All the time, knowing the physical suffering he would endure.

So as I look over at Carl after being home for a couple of hours, I can’t help but think of how he responded earlier in the day while he was blinded. I never would have been grateful for the unknown that I experience on a daily basis without first witnessing how my little pup endured the darkness.



Published by Cora Darrah

Hello. My name is Cora. I live in Durham, North Carolina with my husband and two French Bulldogs, Vern and Bee. For thirty-two years, I taught children with unique needs. When I was eligible for retirement, I decided it was time to explore life from a different perspective. So with pen and paper, I have taken up blogging about two of the most extraordinary pets I know. More important than my pooches, is my relationship with God. I love God! He has blessed me with the gift of writing and I want to share what he is teaching me as I look through the eyes of four legged friends. So if you would like to experience how God works in all his creatures, join us on our adventure! When I first started blogging, my Frenchie, Carl inspired me through his crazy antics. But as life has it, Carl had to leave this world at the tender age of four. After a period of mourning for my little guy, I brought Vern home where he has ruled the roost. Oh, did I mention Bee, the Frenchie with a girl attitude and enough spunk to keep Vern in line. Come along beside us as we dive into God’s word and learn morsels of the treasures that only the scriptures can teach us. Vern and Bee would love to get to know you as well, so please feel free to follow us and share your comments….

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