Sleepy Dog

We got our dog, Forrest, when he was only 6 weeks old.  Too young, I think, to be separated from his mother.  He was in a straw-filled box in a barn, the only one of his litter left due to a birth defect.  After many vet visits, it was finally determined that he had no shoulder joint in his right front leg.  The specialist told us to amputate.  Our trusted vet said that nature usually takes care of itself, and he thought we should leave it alone.  He was right.  When we first met Forrest, he could only run in circles - comical in a sad way.  But after no more than a week with us, he was running straight and true, using that bad leg almost like a rudder.
Right after we brought him home, we went to the pet store to pick up toys and things for him.  One particular toy was a fleecy stuffed dog that he fell in love with.  He took to sleeping with it in a particular way - his head on the dog's tail, and his body lying on top of the dog toy's body.  It's the same every time - he never varies in how he positions himself on this toy when he goes to sleep.  We started calling the toy Sleepy Dog for obvious reasons, and when he'd wear one out, we'd buy another, and Forrest would take right to it.  But he would never sleep with any other toy.  Finally, the day came when we couldn't find anymore Sleepy Dogs.  We searched every store and all over the internet - nothing.  What could we do?  This last one was torn and had his stuffing falling out.  We turned to Jeff's mom, seamstress extraordinaire, and she sewed him up.  Forrest never missed a beat; he was right back to sleeping on top of him as usual.  He was napping with him today, and it was so classic Forrest that I had to take a picture.  Our sweet dog with his Sleepy Dog - that is where I found God today.