White Dog shoved her head under my hand. "You are such a softie, momma," she tole me. "One look at a calm familial scene and you tear up."
She was right, of course. There are moments that come out of no where every so often...just little everyday things that are meaningless to most...that make me stop to realize just how amazing the White Dog Army is.
We have had challenges...of health...of learning...of assimilating...of repairing broken spirits and hearts. We are dissimilar strangers coming together in a union that demands a huge commitment. Across the twenty-four White Dogs (of all shapes and colors) who have been part of The White Dog Army, here now and over the Bridge, every single one has devoted his or herself to conquering the challenges in order to give and to love as a family.
I know for some it is incredibly hard. I know each new member causes the entire pack to adjust and grow and accept anew. It is not always smooth nor without painful moments. And I rejoice at those moments, individual and as a pack, that shine as brightly as a new-born star when progress is made.
But some moments, like the not being able to see a meteor on a cloudy night, are quieter, unexpected, heart stopping in their own way...
...like pausing at the bedroom door this afternoon to find Opal and Bailey sound asleep atop a pile of toys (paws touching) with Nilla resting her sleeping head against Bai's shoulder and Roman snoring gently holding lamb stuffie in his paws at the side of our bed.
White Dog is right; I DID tear up.
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