The Hard Stuff

Last night I stayed up late working on bows and gearing up for my craft show this weekend. Surprisingly I don’t feel stressed or under pressure for it even though I’m totally unprepared. It’s my first show and there are a lot of things I didn’t think about. I ordered a banner and business cards but they won’t arrive until the day of the show so I went to the store, picked out some cute picture frames and a poster board. I ordered some photos of the pups in bows to put in the frames and now I need to somehow legibly and neatly write my business name on the poster. What I know is that it’ll be a learning experience and no matter how many bows I sell, everything is already okay!

Kilo went to bed with her daddy but Jack, Sally and Kain hung out with me. By 1:30 am I was tired and ready for bed but knew I needed to do Kain’s physical therapy. I took him for a walk and then we did his exercises. He did well but I could tell he was sore so stayed up a little longer to put a heatpack on him. He doesn’t like the heatpack at first. I had to chase him around the room, like a toddler that doesn’t want to eat his veggies, until he got comfortable and let me put the pack on his incision, groin and back. He has a bit of muscle atrophy and a strained groin due to lack of use. The physical therapist said to massage him during this time to help loosen up the muscles and reduce pain.

So I’m sitting on the floor with Kain. Sally’s in the cozy cave. Jack is on the couch. I’m massaging Kain’s little leg and back and abdomen as he’s laying there mostly peacefully, squirming around every once in a while just to get a look at everyone in the room.

And I just started crying.

For no real reason other than I love him so much, it physically hurts. He has been through so much in his short life but he continues to show up with nothing but love. It hurts me to see him in pain. It hurts me to push him through the pain to make sure he does his exercises so he can get better. It hurts me to hear his little whimper. He is a dog that rarely shows pain so when he does, I know it’s pretty awful. It hurts me because he doesn’t understand I’m doing this to help him. And it hurts me because I can’t imagine what his life would look like had Jeffrey not found him and taken him in.

There was a time that Jeffrey and I considered rehoming Kain. He is a wild, strong willed little boy and is usually the one that gets the rest going. When we were first integrating the pack, we didn’t know how to handle it and got overwhelmed easily. We went to far as to contact a rescue and they put his information up for adoption. But when we started getting calls from people wanting to adopt him, we just couldn’t do it. And we decided that WE needed to be better. Dogs are a reflection of their owners just like kids are a reflection of their parents. When we are better, they are better.

It’s my job to do the hard stuff. As quickly as I would take Kain’s pain if he could be healthy, I know that’s not reality. So I continue to do the best I can to help him get there. As we snuggled into bed around 3:15 am, Kain silently told me that he understood and he forgave me. The beautiful thing about this boy, and every dog I’ve ever met, is they’ll continue to show that same forgiveness every day.

My Unsolicited Advice is to do the hard stuff. Do it today. And do it again tomorrow. Even when no one else is. Every time it’s necessary, do the hard stuff. The rewards are more than you can even imagine.

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  1. I feel you. Our sweet Daisy dog tore her ACL and had the operation. Tohear her cry in pain was unbearable. But you’re right ,do the hard stuff and it works out. She is a rescue and all we know of her life before is that she had recently given birth when she was taken into animal control. We often wonder what her life had been like and does she miss her pups. All we can do is tell her how much we love her and we will never let her go. She is an amazing, loving dog. We rescued Trax about a year and a half later. It was tough in the beginning. They snapped at each other and upset our silly old pug. It took a little under two weeks of hard and diligent work but now they are all inseparable. They make our lives so much better and I would fight to the death for them.

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  2. You are such a good Mahma to those babies. You do so good by them and inspire me daily to do better for my guy. You had me tearing up as I read this. Thank you for sharing your life with us.

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  3. I love this post and that sweet blue eyed pup! You’re the best family for him and it warms my heart to see him getting so much love!.

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  4. We’re going through this right now. Our headstrong boy gets in fights with our other dog. It’s been months and last night they had a bad one. For whatever reason, it started again this morning. My fiancé is afraid for the dog and our kids. I know the dog isn’t a danger to us, but I don’t know how to make them stop fighting!
    I’ve been crying all morning. And this reminds me to hold strong. My dog doesn’t know. But I do. So I need to do what I can.
    Thank you for sharing.

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  5. And now I’m crying, you are using your life experiences from before Kain to help him now. This entire entry is a testament to how much you’ve grown and how far you have come. You are a shining example of what people should strive to be, your loved courage and determination to do more and be more does not go unnoticed.

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