He’s not supposed to be on the bed!
Meet Truman.
I have declared myself his “surrogate Mom”.
Truman’s real Mom Michelle, is a school nurse who spends her days saving our Catholic youth from H1N1. Truman now spends his day with me, effortlessly soothing my pain from the loss of Tucker.
We know that somewhere out there is a dog who will bring another decade or so of joy to this family; we look forward to the day he (or she) shows up. But until then, we have Truman.
He has many of the same mannerisms as Tucker did. You see him and your heart just automatically sings… “Dum-da-dum-da-dum”.
Mikey and I went to dinner last night, just the two of us. He told me “We need to experience absolute pain to know absolute joy. We need one to contrast the other."
We have known both on many different levels. And I would never give one up at the cost of diluting the other.
Mikey is a wise, wise man.
Meet Truman.
I have declared myself his “surrogate Mom”.
Truman’s real Mom Michelle, is a school nurse who spends her days saving our Catholic youth from H1N1. Truman now spends his day with me, effortlessly soothing my pain from the loss of Tucker.
We know that somewhere out there is a dog who will bring another decade or so of joy to this family; we look forward to the day he (or she) shows up. But until then, we have Truman.
He has many of the same mannerisms as Tucker did. You see him and your heart just automatically sings… “Dum-da-dum-da-dum”.
Mikey and I went to dinner last night, just the two of us. He told me “We need to experience absolute pain to know absolute joy. We need one to contrast the other."
We have known both on many different levels. And I would never give one up at the cost of diluting the other.
Mikey is a wise, wise man.
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