And now we have internet, we may or may not have been binge watching The Good Wife...
It was also Mia's 7th birthday on November 4th, a day which is always celebrated with lots of cuddles and a few tears. Every year she makes it through just blows my mind because we weren't even sure if she would live to see... well, anything.
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| Such a happy birthday girl! |
For people that don't know, Mia and Brynn were supposed to just be fosters; only supposed to be with us until they were old enough to be adopted. They were a few days old when we brought them home and they needed nearly constant, round the clock care for their first few weeks. They had been dumped by some lovely excuse for a human being on the side of the road in a bag. The vet that was at the shelter the night we picked up our "fosters" told us not to feel too bad if they died. They were too small, too cold and too young to be given much of a chance, but they all made it, except for one. Jackson, as my mom dubbed him, was our third pup and he died 24 hours after he came home, most likely from head trauma from being dumped so cruelly. I don't really feel sad when I think about little Jackson. I do feel a terrible, gut-wrenching fear when I think about what could have happened to Brynn and Mia. The world could have been deprived of their brightness, their love. I could have been deprived of the most life-changing experience. I wouldn't have the job I have, the outlook I have or the life I have now. So much would have been different if that vet had have been right. But thankfully, he wasn't. It has definitely not been an easy road, but I feel lucky that I can share in this wonderful creature's life.
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| Brynn and Mia as wee babes |
I promise to post more regularly now that we have regular access to internet (yay!) and now that you know what's been going on in our lives, I hope you excuse our tardiness. Now go hug a dog.
