My son and daughter-in-law are animal lovers, and even before they moved in to their new house, with lots of space and a great yard, they were fostering the biggest Great Dane I have ever seen, the Snuffleupagus of Great Danes, Pluto. They made room for him in their apartment, along with Evie, an adorable and feisty miniature schnauzer, and two ferrets. Pluto, who was abandoned and had pony-length legs about as thin as his ribs, has since become a well-loved, well-fed part of the family, and has taken a paternal interest in the two bunnies also recently added to the herd.

But love has welcoming arms and a big heart so I was not surprised when, last week,  they  rescued another young Great Dane just hours from her being euthanized and took her home to get her healthy before putting her up for adoption through a Great Dane rescue organization.

Remmy, in the photo, is young, and small for a Great Dane, and could easily walk underneath the behemoth Pluto, except that she is so weak and emaciated from not eating or being cared for, she has trouble walking at all. This is complicated by not having the use of one of her paws, which she drags when she does walk. So she has gratefully taken to the couch where she is showered with attention and affection, plied with high quality food, and is learning to play, something she seems to know little about.

Looking at her photo, I am reminded of the dogs in Scripture who scavenge for scraps under the table, dropped by the children who were fed first, and best. Fortunately, Remmy’s circumstances have changed. She is now one of the children at the table, and I am confident she will thrive under the care of my kids who have learned that real love provides more than leftovers.