They say bad things happen in threes and I have to say that I agree with them. It seems that I have been slapped in the face with mortality three times in the past two weeks. Two of those survived, one did not. Regardless of whether they lived or died, the possibility of loss was deeply felt for each one. And that has made this a difficult two weeks.
As difficult as these two weeks have been, I have also had a lot to be thankful for. My friends have been wonderful - calling to check in regularly; allowing me to take the necessary time off work; and making sure that I eat at least something during the day. And as thankful as I am for my friends, I am, in a way, more thankful for my dogs.
We often think of dogs as noble, as selfless, as companions; but the reality is that dogs are animals and are driven by their own needs and desires. They still want to go for walks, they still want to eat breakfast a half hour too early, they still won't go potty in the rain. They force us to get up and get going with our day, even when we don't quite feel like it. And because they are who they are, they are the only ones who can make us laugh in times of deep sadness. And today, of all days, Abby stood on the wobble board. Through all the tears shed today, my dog was the only one who could make me laugh, and who could give me exactly what I needed to keep going.
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