I know people say patience is a virtue. But here’s the thing. I’ve said it before, and nothing has changed. Us canines don’t care very much for being patient. A year in our lives is equivalent to seven people years, after all.
So it makes sense that when my forever mom was suffering in those last few weeks and days before my little person arrived, I lost patience. I hated to see her suffer, even though I know now it was worth it. (At least that’s what she tells me). And now it is happening again.
My mom’s dear friend Mel is 39 weeks pregnant tomorrow. And she is suffering even more than mom did. The pregnancy has been very challenging to her athletic frame, though you wouldn’t hear it from her. She has been a rock. This baby is going to be the biggest blessing she has ever wrapped her heart around.
But I’ve seen her and I know things are not easy. I’ve snuggled and found every opportunity to show her my love when she has been here. I know she was here to visit baby Carter (not me), but that’s no matter. Mom loves her, so I love her. And (I think) she loves me.
It’s all kind of ironic because the night mom went into labor, it was Mel who provided me with my blog topic. She had lost several puppy friends recently, and I felt compelled to honor them and their families. Two hours later, my people left for the hospital and returned a couple of days later with my beloved Carter.
So tonight I do what I can. I take it beyond the snuggles, cuddles and other love fest signals I offer her when she’s here in my forever home. Tonight I say a little prayer for my pal. And her little person, who I pray will arrive soon.
Because as American novelist Nora Ephron so poetically put it, “if pregnancy was a book, they would cut the last two chapters.”