It must be said that I love my family with a fierce love I never experienced before having a spouse and children. That kind of love is amazing. But, although different, no less amazing is the love of one who devotes herself to you. She found me, after our greyhound died. After each animal dies I tell myself I cannot lose my heart to another. Yet I do, repeatedly, & in multiples. I love and have loved them all.
She needed a home. She tried to run the first day. Based on her history, it was understandable. Raised in a puppy mill she was three when we received her and had delivered three litters of pups in those years. She had three teeth, and lost them about three years after joining our family. Three seemed to be her number. Actually, it was one.
I belong to her. She makes me want to be the kind of person she seems to think I am, even if/when I’m not that person. She sits with me or waits by my side of the bed if I’m not home. She follows me or looks for me if I’ve left the room longer than her standard allows. She is resting in my lap as I write this. She loves coming to work with me, playing high 5 and peek a boo.
Family members are frustrated by her single-mindedness. Her protective growl can be alarming and disarming (she weighs 5 pounds.) I admire that she is who she is and makes no apology for anything. She will chase away anyone or anything that gets in the way of her devotion or our togetherness. I’ve no idea why, of all of us she chose me. To me, she is one of life’s most unexpected blessings. Thanks be.