Lest anyone (including myself) thinks I am a bit dramatic about writing these obituaries for Ruby and Cannon, please know, these dogs saved me. As puppies they kept me company throughout my pregnancy when I was home, not working, and John was working AND building a business AND job hunting. When my son arrived, surprising us 5 weeks early with one medical need after another, they gave me something to come home to from my daily hospital visits for 6 months. They gave me something else to focus on, to care for, to worry about, to stress over, to take my mind off of the nightmare going on with Harrison. And when Harrison finally did come home, they kept me calm and sane as I navigated the new life of caring for a medically complex child.
I know my son loves me, but he can't always show it. I know he needs me and depends on me, but he can't always ask. These dogs gave me what my child could not give to me, and they made me feel like a mom. Ruby was Daddy's girl, and Cannon was a Mama's boy. So that's why I'm a little dramatic.

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