Wow time flies! It seems like just yesterday my youngest was little, sitting in my lap....
She's sixteen and gorgeous. Smart, funny, an amazing artist. And somewhere in there she's my baby still, which is why its so hard to see her in pain.
I came home from work to a girl who has her first migraine. I remember my first one at her age, and i worry she will suffer like i did until i hit 40 when they just went away...
About 8 1/2 years ago my bestie, Bren, brought me a little ball of fluff. I was now the proud momma to a malamute mix. He was 8 weeks old and had rarely been handled by humans. The poor little guy was so terrified that he spent the first three days hiding behind the sofa. He only came out to eat and drink and go potty.
It was a long process, but after about a week he would follow me from room to room and eat from my hand.
By the time he was 10 weeks old he was running through the house, sounding like a thunder storm. So, we named him Thor.
Thor grew quickly, and soon he was about 75lbs. He was my best little buddy, he went every where i went. And I mean everywhere...he even followed me into the shower.
Through a messy break up Thor was my best little buddy. He protected me, by keeping people out of my life (by telling me that they were not ok...usually with a loud "GRRRRRR"), and eventually picked out my husband.
Thor has been my champion and protector for a very long time, and most importantly he is the reason I have made it for three years without anxiety medication.
