But just when I was about to pack him up for the vet, he started to perk up. Then I remembered he'd taken a fall on Saturday. His favorite sitting spot is on the arm of the couch. Well, the klutz was stepping from the arm of the couch to the arm of the loveseat and slipped. He got stuck between the two arms and was hanging on with only his front paws and flailing wildly with his back legs. I was sitting right there so I rescued him. I think he may have strained something or maybe was just a little sore for a few days. Cuz by Wednesday he was back to normal. His usual high energy, happy little self. Thank goodness.
God answered my prayers when he made this dog. I'd always wished for the perfect man to come into my life. I just forgot to mention that he should be in human form. So I got a furry soulmate instead. The joke was on me. But we're a team... this crazy dog and I. And I wouldn't want it any other way.
I know the reality is that he won't live forever. But I can't imagine life without him. So I'm very grateful for his good health. Because I know of others who are suffering through the illness or the loss of their own furry soulmates. My heart breaks for them ...... and for me. Cuz I know that someday it'll be my turn. But for today, I won't think about that. I'll appreciate every day that I have him. I'll go on loving him with my whole heart. And spoiling him rotten, too. LOL!
So this week's 3 words are for my first baby. My little furry stinky breath soulmate. My Griffey.
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