My darling girl came into my life when I was 14 years old. My step father brought them home in a cardboard box, he had called my sister to open the door because he was carrying in a box of “groceries”! While I do love food, I love my darling girl even more, she was adopted with her littermate; a sweet boy named Max. The next day my step father and I took a trip to Virginia to pick up his 94 year old mother, who was staying with his older sister, we brought her to our home for the summer and I spent that summer taking care of 6 week old puppies and my grandmother. Now I am 26 years old, and my step father had a stroke a few years ago that left him disabled, he also had a heart attack on Christmas last year, I have been his caretaker ever since the stroke.
My life has been made full circle it seems, I was young and caring for my brand new babies, and caring for family. Now here I am doing it all over again, and I wouldn’t change a thing. I would choose this over anything else in any life time I am given. What an absolute honor it is to have loved my girl from the start, and to love her just the same at the end.
Through all my doubts I have about if I was good enough to her or did enough for her, I can never look back and say I didn’t love her enough, because my heart can’t hold more love if I tried. I may not have been perfect, but I loved her with my whole heart. And that I know she felt every day of her life.