At 29, John and I had been married five years and were living in California. Both of us actively pursuing careers. Busy with our day-to-day lives, and work schedules, we had no thoughts of kids, yet. Although this was heavy on our parents hearts, we settled for a dog instead. Our new addition, Trixi, an Airedale, was a family favorite. We loved our Little Orphan Annie dog.
To be honest with you, at the time, I would have rather had a baby. After all, I knew next to nothing about dogs. She cried, whimpered and had accidents. She tore up landscaping and made a mess of almost everything. But we loved her through it all.
I know that Trixi was there wagging her tail, waiting to greet John as he made his way to heaven. The two of them are tearing it up …somewhere. I can see it so very clearly.
Holding at 29? It didn’t occur to me way back then. And it doesn’t occur to me today…