Almost two years ago, my husband received a little Christmas present.
At 5 pounds, full of fluff and energy, this present wiggled her way into the heart of even the toughest critic. Me. Don’t get me wrong, I adore animals and have had dogs my entire life but with trying for a new child and newly installed carpet…I was NOT a huge fan of this messy intruder. Sweet, sweet face but HIGH maintenance personality.
Fast forward a year and a half, I found myself on house arrest with a sickness that I felt I could not climb out from under. I couldn’t leave the house for long periods of time, I couldn’t run around with my kids, I couldn’t even walk into the kitchen without getting sick. Day in and day out, for about 10 weeks, I was bound to the couch and depressed. This little fox-dog took vigil at my side. When I was hugging the toilet, she army crawled her way across the floor to lay quietly next to me. She would bring me her favorite toy and lay it on my chest if I looked upset. She would perch on my stomach while I read the umpteenth book of the week, asking nothing from me except an occasional scratch or kind word.
Although I have always loved my pets, I have never truly appreciated the companionship of dogs and what a joy they bring to my world. Now that I’m slowly starting to function again, this little creature will surely be spoiled within an inch of her life.
Kisses to you, Summit. Your unconditional love was such a wonderful gift at a time where I needed it most.
Hope everyone has a beautiful weekend!