Ode to Doggie

I promised this was coming. Now I'm delivering.

~ODE TO DOGGIE~

Oh carefully constructed bits of polyester and cotton that make up your existence, where would we be today without you? Did you know, from the first time held close to a tiny babe, that you would be cherished? That you would be so well loved, you'd be hardly recognizable in later days?

When first you were unwrapped, there was an instant connection. It's clear to see:

Even still, the bond was not evident until several weeks later, when a rather cantankerous Mary was in need of comfort. You were close at hand, Doggie, soft and small and warm; a perfect little snuggie for the tiny one.

Even here, you were already more loved than when we first got you. If we had any idea just how much Mary would come to depend on you, Gma and Gpa Lub would've gotten a few of your "brothers and sisters" to help ease the wear and tear on your poor blanket body.

You were there for all of Mary's hardships: gas, teething, upset stomach, diarrhea. Not once did you complain, even when some of the bodily fluids as a result of Mary's illnesses got on you. Such a stoic, compassionate doggie you are.

Now after nearly two years, you are well versed in trial and tribulation. From being accidentally lost in Walmart to being dragged on the dirty ground, you have taken a beating. And your body shows it. That doesn't matter to Mary though. She still needs you to sleep at night, and to comfort her when she's upset. If you are not there, Mary is ill at ease.

Here are just some of the precious moments you have shared with our little girl.

Thank you, Doggie, for being the strong presence that you are in Mary's life. Truly without you, we would all be lost. We hope to have many more years with you and your easing presence on our daughter.
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ok, sorry for the sillines, but doggie *is* a huge part of not just Mary's, but both Brent's and my, life. And I seriously do not know what will happen when the thing finally disintegrates during the spin cycle of our washing machine. *fingers crossed* she outgrows him before that happens.

Later this week (hopefully by tomorrow) I will have a "real" post for you. One involving piggies and posies (or some kind of flower anyway).