My Boys, yes they are dogs, but to me they are way more than that! They each has served a greater purpose in my life and the last week its been even more pronounced then ever. Blaze is my protector. This past week he has not left my side he his always near me and at times when I am feeling bad and don’t want to be touched he has stood guard and has not let anyone near me. A few days ago I was home alone and I was at the sink brushing my teeth when I started to feel dizzy before I knew it Blaze was there pushing against my legs holding me up. Yet on the other hand he also knows when I need the others too and lets them in. Yesterday after I talked to Dr Elliott and found out my tumor was cancer I sat on the edge of the bed crying when I looked down I had three beautiful faces in my lap starring up at me. Max is my therapist. He is always there to listen when I need to talk and no one else is around. He sits quietly and intently looking at me as if he understands then reaches out to me with a paw (I think he is begging for a belly rub at that point) No matter what bothers me I know Max will always listen and not judge. Gunner is my comforter, always there when I need to cuddle. Normally Gunner is full steam ahead and makes a game of it jumping on me rolling around on the bed and flopping down hard before settling in for the cuddling. This last few days he has been different he has slowly crawled up in the bed and gently laid beside me for the cuddling. These boys mean more to me than I can ever put into words.
My Blessing. Happened yesterday. When Bruce has needed to call his manager at work in the past he has never been able to get through to her he has just had to leave voice mail for her. Yesterday when I needed Bruce to come home after talking to Dr Elliott I had to call his manager. She answered the phone on the first ring, had Bruce on the phone in about 10 seconds and he was home with me 15 minutes later. God was directing that phone call and made sure his manager was available to answer it when it rang! That’s a blessing.
My Angel. Dale Weldy is his name! He is my angel! When Bruce called him a few weeks ago and asked him if he could bring my mom to Texas from Kansas, Dale was there! No questions no hesitations he just did it! He brought my mom here to be with me during the surgery then took her back to Kansas a few days later. Dale did not only drop everything else to do this for me one time he has done it twice in less than a weeks time. He is truly an angel to me to make that happen! God bless you Dale! Without him I would not have had my mom here with me.
My Rock. Simple. My husband! Through it all he hasn’t waivered. He has not only taken care of me when I needed it he has seen to it all the insurance and financial issues have been taken care of. God has blessed me by given me this man to love. He is my steady and constant rock when I am on the edge. This man is my life I live for him and I thank God every single day for bringing us together. I honestly don’t know how I would get through this all without him by my side! My rock My love! I may have listed him last in this writing but he is far from last. He is first, middle and last and everything in between.
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