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Expectant

I have already given my heart away. It has gone to a dog. I don't know this dog's name or face, but I already love. I am expectant. Sort of like when I was pregnant, I already loved both kids.

I have some vague idea of what it might be like to have a dog, to love a dog, but not really. I know what it's like to have someone glued to one's side -- a baby that needs me, not a dog that will help me as well and will also need me in similar ways and differently. And my cats who in my salad days were always there for a good cuddle.

I love my children alternately fiercely as only a mother can, and gently because now I can say with great relief that both of them will grow up to be independent. And sometimes the fierceness makes my daughter groan, but what can a mother do?

I am not sure how to love a partner you spend so much time with, and yet it's so concentrated. At best, we'll be together a score years and that's the very longest I can hope for.

Regardless I know it will be different than how I love my children or my husband or my siblings or my parents. Not better or worse. The heart loves all or none.

My grandparents used to sign their letters "all my love." And I knew it was all their love for me. All my love has gone to a dog. That's all I know.

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nightengalesknd
Jan. 28th, 2008 04:36 am (UTC)
I have the only clonus I've ever seen that is not mostly elicited by reflex testing. Of course it if was, it might have been caught sooner by someone besides me.

I am putting onto your journal one chasingtides current BMC senior, Backsmokerite, and person with dystonia. It occurs to me that that makes three of us in just under two decades which seems like a lot but Backsmokerites seem prone to bucking medical odds. I believe she was on the waiting list for a service dog at one point, possibly with CCI, although I haven't talked with her about it recently.