June 22, 2019

White Dog was feeling a little depressed. Momma sickies, her own achy impingement, and the demands of a busy weekend left her in a funk. I spoke to Steve last night about taking her along with him for the e-Waste Recycling Collection but Pumpkin was packed with no safe place to take precious white cargo for the ride there; and it was going to be over ninety shadeless degrees at the parking lot event.

I held the Little White Dog of My Heart close. "Sweet One, I know it is taking me a LONG time to get well and we keep having unexpected twists, but we ARE making progress...slow but real progress. Please keep believing. And first thing Monday I will call Dr. Julia about having a look at your back. I know we try not to give you drugs but there is nothing wrong with some reasonable pain management; hurting colors your world and zaps your energy. Let's go in and see what she says. I love you with all of my heart and when your world is troubled this momma wants to make it all better. Feel my love."

She let me pet her for a brief time; she and I in a bubble together ignoring everyone else. Then she looked up at me sadly and asked for help getting down. I kissed her head and my heart quivered.

"I love you Baby Girl, we all do. Don't discount the power behind that."