It is 10:45 am and I am still in my pj’s. I have a lot to do today but it’s been a slow start. My friends will be on their way in under an hour, driving 8 just to see us for a weekend. Amazing women in my life, I tell you.
I am still feeling sort of raw after yesterday’s events. Grateful, of course, but the emotion is close to the surface. It’s the sort of day where you look around and see everything in a different light. Nate and I will go visit Mr B after lunch. I dreamt last night that I brought in a cheesecake today, to thank them for saving my pup. I woke up with tears streaming down my face. It’s really an awesome and strange thing to grow such an attachment to an animal. This dog is my baby, a four legged one but baby nonetheless. He has a large piece of my heart. This isn’t news to me, I have always known but when you are as close to saying goodbye as we were yesterday I just want to hold him. Because I can’t, because he is resting in a little metal cage with warming blankets and an iv feeding him fluids and pain meds, I hug my actual baby and my husband. I am so grateful. My life is wonderful, I have the love of my family a roof over my head and food in my belly. Is there really anything more that we can ask for?
I hope everyone has a great weekend. Again, thank you for being here for me yesterday. I appreciate it so very much.
