My mother would have been 81 today. We lost her when she was 46. So, today, as I do most days, I mourn the loss of my extraordinary mother.
Today is also the birthday of one of my little fur babies. Bella pup. She is 9. Actually, I am not sure her exact age or birthday, as I had to estimate it. But, I chose it to fall on my mum’s birthday.
My lovely man is very kind to all the little animals I impose on him. It’s difficult to say if he has a favourite, but he certainly has a soft spot for dear little Bella.
Bella has selected to sleep at the top of the bed, between our pillows. Her little head on my lovely man’s pillow. I get the arse end, I’m not sure if you picked that up. She gets a little kiss on the head from him good night. I refrain from kissing the bit next to my face.
The other day she had a dodgy tummy and we listened to it rumbling something terrible. It was still rumbling like crazy when we retired to bed and she settled into her spot.
As I went off to shower, we glanced at each other and the unspoken thought was ‘is she gonna shit the bed?’
I climbed into bed, my lovely man tenderly stroking her little face and he announced…. ‘you might want to sleep facing the other way, she’s farting like a dragon’.
No thought of removing her from the vicinity. Isn’t he the loveliest?
Happy birthday mum and Bella. We count our blessings for our lovely fella.
Yes Rosie, your mom was a lovely person, and gone way too soon.. big hugs..
I’m with you all the way, in your love and thoughts for her….
But… no to the fluff on the pillow.. stinky or not.. lol
That man needs a medal!