Her answer is never "No."
"Wanna go see Rin-Tin-Tin?!?!?..."
I didn't have the heart to tell her that we were goin' to
the V-E-T.
Routine stuff.
Her was scared. Really scared. Yes her was.
Roxy was sweet though, per usual.
That was this morning.
This afternoon saw me going through it all again with
Sophie. Not routine stuff, but nothing serious, and it
needed to be taken care of.
They love the ride. They hate the arrival.
They don't understand. Our hearts break for them.
They trust us. They curl up under us and the chair in the
exam room. Their tails tucked so tightly as if superglued
to their bellies.
Two trips to the vet today tallied right at $400.
There needs to be an Affordable Healthcare Act for our pets.
Our fur kids.
Indeed, I am Roxy and Sophie's Dad, and Marianne is Mom.
That $400 hurt a bit today, but............
It's a small price to pay for an alarm system, bodyguards,
clowns, ball fetchers, bed warmers, swim buddies, tug of war
opponents, therapists and devoted companions.
That devotion. That unconditional love. That connection.
I need to be the kind of person my dogs think I am...
Every time I read your blog, it makes me smile. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI love my fur kids too! They are precious inside and out! God gave us part of Him (on four legs) when He gave us our canine friends!
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