My boy

I stepped on my dog. That sound will haunt me forever, and I haven’t recovered yet. He’s fine. He looks at me like I’m nuts, and I cried and cried and hugged him. Spoiled him rotten for twenty minutes, and still now, feel awful. I’m worried that I broke his foot.

He was walking around fine, but it does appear to be slightly swollen. I could be imagining it because I’m feeling so awful. I’ve never had this happen, I fell horrible. I was stepping out on to my porch, because I didn’t see him…. well, he was right there.

Dogs truly are a blessing. Or cats or whatever animal you choose. The point is, they are our pets, our kids to a lot of us… and we love them like they are our children.

That’s true unconditional love if I’ve ever experienced it. I’m a wreck, and he licks my hand as if to say ‘it’s okay Mom, I’m fine.”

He just strolled into the room, and he’s not limping or anything. I think it’s safe to say, he’s going to be fine.

Thank Goodness. I don’t know how I would handle that guilt for the rest of my life. Thank you dear universe, for this gift. Not a day goes by that I’m not grateful for the day this boy and I met.

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