Missing Her

One of the hard parts of now working 40 hours a week is missing my dog Sweetie. I've had her since she was a 3 month old puppy. She's around 12 now. I saw her sweet face at the animal shelter. She was so small and curled in a ball in a giant cage. I just knew I had to save her and make her feel loved, safe and warm the rest of her life.

She has been my constant companion, especially when my chronic illnesses struck. If I'm in bed, she's in bed with me. When I'm up, she's right there. When I'm in the shower, she's in the bathroom waiting for me. My husband has a dog too and they do get along very well, but I'm her Mama. It's just always been that way.

I do what I can to make her cozy before I leave in the mornings. She jumps up on the couch on her fluffy pillow and I cover her with blankets. If she seems cold I tuck a hot water bottle right next to her. But then I'm gone for 11 hours. I miss her terribly and I know she misses me.

One of my favorite parts of the day is coming home, sitting on the couch with her tucked between myself and my husband and snuggling her. Yes, I'm the kind of person who kisses her dog. No tongue, but I can't help it! I hope you have your own rescue comfort animal too. I can't imagine my life without her.