This past Sunday afternoon, Jamie had a full-fledged panic attack for the first time in a while. She and Rachel were going to get some dinner and, well, something happened that triggered her anxiety and PTSD and she had an attack.
Last week, Jamie had ordered a seat belt for Gabriel to wear in the car. He was in the back seat, buckled in when the attack happened.
She had been told that the seat belt is not to be hooked to his collar but to the harness. This is because if we were ever in an accident, if the belt is attached to the collar, it could damage his throat and neck and possibly kill him...and we don’t want that!
When in a car, the seat belt doesn’t limit Gabriel’s movement too much, but it does keep him in the back seat, which is where he stays anyway.
When Jamie’s panic attack started Sunday afternoon, Gabriel was stuck in the back seat. He was doing everything he could to get to “his girl,” but the seat belt only allowed him to lick her face (which is one of his tasks).
Witnesses report that he was using all of his strength (and he is a very strong dog) to get to Jamie. Had the seat belt been attached to his collar, he probably would have injured himself...or worse...that was how badly he wanted to help “his girl.”
As Jamie and I were talking about this on Tuesday afternoon, a thought hit me (she wasn’t surprised, you shouldn’t be either).
Gabriel did everything he could to rescue Jamie. He very well would have injured himself or, possibly, killed himself to get to “his girl” when she needed him.
Does that remind you of anyone else? Romans 5:6 tells us, “For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly.”
When we needed Him the most...when we were unable to help ourselves...Christ did everything He could, up to and including giving His life, to help us: because we are “His girl" (and boy).