After recognizing several signs from previous years, including heightened anxiety, withdrawal from socializing, cussing for no reason, and glaring knives at pregnant women nowadays, and feeling depressed even from reading fellow IF/CNBC bloggers' posts, and with the anniversary of the hysterectomy coming up, I am taking an hiatus from this blog, to stay in my 'cocoon' for the next 8 weeks.
Soon, it'll be the second anniversary of the surgery in a few weeks, and now with the cold weather holding us indoors, this is a time on reflecting what had helped me so far, and is still helping.
It's pretty tough being single, even in a town that have kids coming out of their ears. I had been running out of folks who don't have kids- that's Louisville for you. Family is all over the nation, the nearest 10 hours away. Childless or childfree friends live in other states- so you can imagine how it's harder during the journey. What really helped me, are my sweet 'furry little persons with four legs.'
If not for my Lola and Hairy, I don't know what life would be like, and to be honest with you...? Something I'd not want to know.
Unconditional love. Tail wags. Tongue licks. Insists on laying on your lap even when the laptop is there already. Poking noses into my face while I sleep. Leaving messes in the crate (thank you!)
White fur all over the red armchair, and brown fur on the cream sofa. Dog poop bags. Vet bills. Agility training (for the lil' girl). Dental cleanings. Bringing in mud after long trail hikes. Laughter. Nose touches. Sloppy kisses. My furry kids.
And I would not ever consider trading them for a child. The dogs came in my life first, and they'll stay there until then.
I got both lil' dogs from a rescue. It's funny- I was feeling good that I had rescued them, after they were unwanted, abandoned and forgotten.
And you know what? In truth, they are rescuing me.