My pups are my babies. I joke they climbed out of my uterus all the time. Sometimes when I get in my feels, I worry to my husband I’ll have a dark period again when they pass before us. Choosing to love someone or something that will die before you is quite the cross to bare.
He reminded me that the age expectancy of a medium dog (12-15yrs, which is both of ours) is right around the time a kid claims its independence and doesn’t “need you” anymore, and you don’t know if you’re going to have a good and rewarding relationship forever. Human children are their own people, and they go their own ways. I understand dog souls are also their own beings, but the loyalty never goes away as long as you spoil them and love them unconditionally. It’s undying love, play, snacks, and cuddles forever.
The hubs always knows what to say, and I needed that today. It brought peace to my bones and made sense. And I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, without human babies! This is a gratitude moment I had to document and share. 💕💕
Life is good, better than I ever imagined on my own. Detours in life are happy surprises—don’t ever forget.
To joy, magic, miracles, happy surprises, pup kisses, and love undying! 🍻⚘