His eye is on the...terripoo?

This weekend my dog was left outside and we couldn't find him. We searched for him everywhere we could think of, but he was gone. We tried very hard to make it OK, to make ourselves accept the fact that we would probably never see him again. Even in saying that to ourselves, there was this looming depression in our house. We missed our dog and wanted him home. The dog's name is Buddy. He is a very small terrier/poodle mix (a terripoo) who only weighs 8.8 pounds. After searching for so long, we gave up for the weekend and decided to check the animal shelters on Monday morning. Early Monday morning I received a call from a lady telling me that she and her husband had found Buddy on Saturday and had taken him home with them. Our names were not on Buddy's tags, but the couple called the vet listed on the old tag, which is the vet we still use, and were able to call and get our number from them. We had been praying all weekend for Buddy. We said "we just want our dog back, please bring him home". Our prayers were answered. He is one blessed pup. There were so many factors against him and so many reasons why he should not be alive, and certainly why he should not have been returned to us. When I think about this, about how God was watching out for my little dog, how he kept him safe when there was no logical reason why he should not have been eaten by a coyote or hit by a car, and how this family just happened to think to call the vet and get our contact information, I think about what a mighty God we serve. If he cares about my dog, who am I to think he does not care about me and will not take care of me? He loves me so much more than he loves my dog. I will never again let my doubt and fear get in the way, because I know God is going to take care of me. I thank him for this, and I thank him for bringing my dog home safely.