Rescued and Relentless

My 15.5 year old dog Jake, nearing his trip to heaven, reminds me of the way I want to be with God. Jake is always in my face. Even now, as I sit in the hot sun,  Jake has gone in and out of the cool of the house countless times - always making his way back to me. He doesn't come with a plan or purpose. He knows I don't have treats. He may or may not get another pat on the head. But no matter how worn out he is by age and health issues, he is persistent in his perseverance to be in my pr...