I was feeling particularly pain-filled and crappy last night. I'd taken all the right pills and was still feeling like I'd been through a mulcher. I crawled into bed, got fetal, and cuddled with my puppy. He scooched around a bit and then nuzzled his head right against my cheek. I could feel his breath on my face. I think that was the only thing in the world that could have made me feel better at that moment. I wanted to just consume his puppy love and eat him up.
This blog is a shout out to all our pets. They give us this unbelievable unconditional love that I don't think humans, with our scarred childhoods and daily stresses, could possibly ever duplicate.
Go little puppy, go!