I’ve been transparent about a lot of things over the past couple of years. Including my fertility expeditions. Recently, I was talking with a good friend about my baby blues and she expressed to me how she and her husband have been trying for years; still, they believe that nothing is impossible for God and they’ll get their babies by keeping faith. I woke up this morning to a piece of art she had done for me, and a message on how she felt when she was doing it.
I’m going to start by saying that if one more person tells me that he was just a dog and that I can just “get another one” I’m going to give you a piece of my mind and it’s not going to be pretty. It’s taken me until now to even be up to writing this–as a memorial for my puppy. We buried him today.