|Thank you Zoolatry!|
This is my favorite photo of Storm. It is from Zsofia's Birthday Party where each of the WDA shared in chicken feet. Stormer LOVED this treat. She snatched it up and ran to the bedroom where she tenderly chewed off each of the toes...and then traded the foot with Sachi with the understanding all she wanted was toes.
Just a moment of joy...which gave us all joy...
Ferguson leaned against Steve's leg to provide comfort as they both did the bedtime headcount before closing the door to the bedroom wing...like they do every night...only the final tally was EIGHT not nine. It took both a minute not to move back into the living space to see where Storm was nestled.
Our routine was all wrong this morning. There were no sounds of Storm's tags jingling as she shifted to Taiko's old bed to get out of the way of the usual early riser antics of Zsofia and Sachi who love nothing more than an early morning wrestling match that extends from house to yard. Nor was the jingle there as she later paced to impatiently remind me that it WAS time to take her up into my arms so Steve could deliver her meds slurry and then get breakfasts underway.
Bella kindly offered herself to my arms to ease the ache.
Nilla and YoYoMa recalled that for 7lbs, Gentle Storm was a formidable gate keeper. When the little one was stretched across a doorway, you stepped over or around at your own risk...even if it looked like she was fast asleep, she was ready with a quick stream of barks and threats. Even Zsofia's face woos did not intimidate our feisty girl. When the Itty Bitty Baby crossed the line, Storm told her in no uncertain terms...Zso often ended up backing away or dropping to her belly.
We thought we were winning the war on her ill health, finally. Things looked like our girl who had led such a horrible life as a mill dog would at last get a chance to have the golden life she so deserved. A life filled with family, security, devoted pampering, and the good health to enjoy it all.
Gentle always, our Storm hated thunderstorms and sought the comfort of Steve's lap. During those loud moments, it was touching to see Steve on the floor holding Storm, with YoYoMa pressed against his side and Sachi under his arm. Fergis, like always, had Steve's back.
Our tiniest one DID learn to love treats, especially jerky. She tolerated the many baths her colitis necessitated, and actually grew to enjoy the repetitious comfort of being brushed in my lap.
I threw my arms around YoYoMa tonight as he sat next to me and pondered, "I wonder who will come to join us next?" I looked at him. "Well, that is what life is about, isn't it? Loving someone so much that the only way to honor them properly is to continue sharing yourself?" I would have answered but I could not get my words past my tears.
I sent a thought to Storm..."Gentle One, you will be remembered and loved always. And we will keep our promise to share ourselves in your name."