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Libby, 6 weeks old with her mom, Cheryl |
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Jake, March 2015 |
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Gracie, March 2015 |
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Rylee, 7 years old (Cheryl's) |
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Max, 2 years old, May 2015 |
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Ben, 2 years old, May 2015 |
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Dega and Gracie. Dega is 7. May 2015 |
They are our kids, too. They won't buy us candy, or a plant, or take us out to dinner. They can drain your bank account in a heart beat with illness, and cause your stomach to clench in fear because they can't speak. Not with words, no.
With their eyes they can tell us everything. With a nuzzle, lifting your arm to be petted. With a gentle kiss which is actually a lick.
They can bring us great joy, be a royal pain in the ass, and cause your heart to break. But when you are having a bad day, a really horrendous day, there is nothing like a hug from a dog. No feeling in the world can match a dog's head resting on your leg, looking up into your face. Always saying, with those soulful eyes, "I am here."
Happy Mother's Day. Yeah, the dogs count. More than words can relate.
Linda
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