I’ve hinted for a while now that I may not be telling you all something. The stress of it all has been getting the better of me lately so I think I may spill the beans. Outside of family no one knows, not even our closest friends.

The subject has a stigma attached to it so I’ve been avoiding telling anyone at all costs. I don’t want anyone to be shunned by ignorance. Unfortunately in this mess my own stress has (and will continue to be) been pushed aside and I need some sort of outlet.

Tomorrow I will lose my buddy. Our Dalmatian Thunder is 12 years old and has been slowly but progressively losing his mind. He becomes obsessive about everything, especially licking but has also become aggressive. We’ve tried to keep an eye out to prevent anything but he has now bitten Thing 1 twice. I’m talking full puncture bite and one of those times he pinned down Thing 1. That was the moment we knew what we had to do.

Thing 1 can read and write. I’ve realized it was starting to click for awhile. If we wrote down simple words like cat he could sound it out and figure out the word. Yesterday we were hanging out on the couch on a nice lazy Sunday and I gave him a squeeze and told him that I loved him. He took off to go colour at the table. A few moments later he came back with apiece of paper that said ” and Mom I ♥ U to”

Just as I do this day every year…

HAPPY 5th BIRTHDAY BABY!

Thing 1: “What hurts in my ear?”
Me: “You have an infection.”
Thing 1: “Where?”
Me: “Your ear drum.”
Thing 1: “I always thought it was my heart making that noise!”