One year ago, to this day, this precious little angel choose me and came into my life. It’s almost hard to believe that an entire year has passed, which only raises more awareness to enjoy and love every moment I am gifted with her to the fullest. It’s been many years since I had a dog after Nikki, another beloved Fur-Child has passed. I missed having an animal but it was simply too painful and too new yet, and strangely it felt like there was a certain loyalty to Nikki that needed to be upheld. But for the most part it was not wanting to go through the pain of having to say goodbye some day again. For me it was like losing a loved one, a person, a human, my child, and I am not good at saying goodbye, at all. I feel too much and never got over Nikki’s death. Here I was, waiting to numb the pain, for things to get easier, while suffering in many other ways of not having a special pet. And then she came into my life, unexpected and unplanned, and even though things get complicated at times and more difficult with an animal, it remains a lifestyle choice with adjustments, sacrifices and commitment. In short I wouldn’t have it any other way and I couldn’t imagine life without her.
She is a bundle of sass, and she definitely thinks she is one of us. Well she is and there is no arguing about it. She mocks you and she is a quick learner. She knows that pillows are meant to lay your head on and therefore you might quite frequently find her sleeping just like a human. She has her routines and she knows that a treat awaits after she goes out in the morning and does her business. She is so used to it by now that she will sit patiently, waiting, but also has no problem of reminding you in a way that says “hey, I am still here, waiting, on that treat you are suppose to give me, buddy.” Cinnamon has many quirks and she will without a doubt make you laugh until your belly hurts. There is no shortage of horsing around time in the day, and she is definitely unique and strangely different in the best way possible. She is sensitive and intuitive, she will check on you throughout the day to make sure you are ok. She knows when I am not and she gives kisses when she feels you are sad and she snuggles just a little closer, sending a message that says “I got you bud.” I love her affection and that I can cuddle her as often and as long as I want to. She has complete trust in me putting her snow jacket on and off and waits patiently if some sap needs to be removed from her soft fur. She is 41 lbs now and pure muscle, just try moving her when she plops herself down as close as possible to you and you have to lay like a question mark in bed because for one, you don’t want to disturb her, and two…you couldn’t move her if you tried. Fur child parents who allowed their furry children into bed know the struggle is real.
Animals are something else and I will continue to say that we could learn a lot form them. I am her hooman and she loves me unconditionally. I know we definitely came across each other, at a time of our life when we both needed each other. I thank her every day that she has chosen me to brighten my days. And likewise she is thanking me, without the physical words that yet speak truer and louder as if spoken. She is a picky little rascal and gets the best food. Allergic to many things it was essential to avoid as many triggers as possible which has resulted in a soft and beautifully, shiny coat.
Dear sweet Cinnamon, I hope you are enjoying your little adventure to the wave and hiking every day with your favorite humans. I love you to the moon and back and here is to many more years shared. Thank you for being such a special part of my life.