We are turning a big fat ONE today and it’s hard to believe it has been 8 month since Cinnamon choose me as her Fur-Momma. What a journey it has been, and if I ever thought it was better to wait getting another fur baby because the timing was off, this and how she came into my life is defying all prior theories. If you look at it from the rational mind, the timing could have not been worse. Look at it from an emotional point of view, I know we needed to help each other through some stuff. And a lot of stuff it has been. Some still ongoing, but we are working on it and I’d say we are making the best out of it and have grown very close.
The bond, the trust, the unspoken words (at least from her) say it all. The cuddles, having to be close, from the protection she bestows on her hooman as a guardian, to her uniqueness and the feisty play when we are out and about or just lounging, everything has its place and time and I couldn’t imagine being without her. There was a time, a scary time I might add, when I didn’t know if she would end up with me. Joint custody seemed so far fetched and out of reach. I love her that much that I was ok with whatever would come, as long as it was in her best interest and a better choice. Even if it meant that she wouldn’t be with me. Luckily that never came into fruition and she ended up with me. So when it’s tough to take her for a walk because I ache so not badly, I remember how grateful and lucky I am to have her with me. All I have to do is watch her run up and down the beach like a mad dog, ears flying in the wind, mouth open, smiling from ear to ear and I am reminded of the joy she brings each and every day. At night I tell her goodnight and that I love her, but not before thanking her for being here, by my side, helping me in every way, and making my days better.
Happy Birthday Cinnamon, beloved Fur-Child and rescue pup. You are priceless and simply the best. I love you.