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Saying Goodbye

September 15, 2012 by Maren 15 Comments

19 years. It’s been 5 presidential terms; 5 leap years; 5 Olympic games. It’s 133 dog years. It’s a long time.

And for every bit of those 133 dog years, my loyal pal Zippity Doo Dog, was about two paces behind me as I walked around the house. One, if I was in the kitchen & cooking.

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He was faithful amidst junior high annoyances- like never getting first chair flute because Amber Garrison always did. He was a constant companion through my heartache when my parents announced we were moving yet again and I’d have to attend my third high school. And after my freshman year of college, he was there to meet my future husband who traveled to Tulsa for the official “meet the parents.”

Some fabulous life milestones transpired with my most faithful furry friend by my side…ears pierced, appendectomy, first crush, high school drama, driver’s license, high school graduation, the Y2K fiasco, college graduation, getting married, first ‘real’ job, church planting, home renovation, three kids, 9 moves, and 4 states. When friends disappointed me & when life kicked me in the britches, my dog faithfully wagged his tail and only knew love.

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On Wednesday of last week, we made the difficult decision to put him down. It was time and I’d delayed the inevitable long enough. It wasn’t easy, but it was right and I do not regret our decision.

We decided it would be best to tell our three year old before the dog just disappeared from our family and felt it important to tell him the truth. So, I sat him down and explained that we were taking Zippy to the vet and that he wouldn’t be returning.

Pierson’s first question, “Will he go up in the sky and be with God?”

I attempted the best I knew how to answer, “I hope so. I know God loves animals and his creation, and I hope that he will go to be with God.” I elaborated a bit more and waited for the next question. But what came next, I didn’t quite expect.

“Can we get a cat?”

Oh, to be a young child again.

I still ‘hear’ the sound of his paws across my kitchen floor or think I need to take him out before remembering he’s no longer here. Nineteen years of loving a pet isn’t easily undone. And the tears still flow. But I wouldn’t undo the years. Because experiencing the loyalty and faithful love of a furry friend is something that everyone should have the privilege of experiencing; And an experience for which I will forever cherish.

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Thanks, Zip.

Bay Didter

September 7, 2012 by Maren 16 Comments

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I don’t know why we spent so much time worrying about a name.  All she’s ever called is “Bay Didter.” (Thatcher’s form of “Baby Sister”) and we are in love.  Sterling Elyse was born on August 13th weighing 9 lbs, and 21 inches long.  The boys are smitten.  Thatcher can’t stand to hear her cry and wants me to ‘get her’ with every whimper she makes.  Pierson smells her head 100 times a day.

If you wonder what else we’ve been up to, here’s a nutshell…

Dog barks. Baby eats.  Milk spills.  Boys clean.  Baby spits. Boys splatter.  Boys cry. Baby eats.  Baby poops.  Momma changes.  Boys ‘help’.  All sleep. Baby eats.  Baby screams. Burp rags wipe.  Boys play.  Boys mess.  All clean.

Diapers leak.  Shower cleanses.  Washer cleans.  Dryer dries.  Momma laughs.  Baby eats. Baby spits.  Momma forgets.  Baby cries.  Boys inquire.  Boys wash.  Boys hold.  Momma celebrates.  Noses run.   Momma wipes.  Noses run.  Momma wipes.

Momma sings.  Son scowls.  Boys ‘fish’.  Momma cleans.  Toys scatter.  Momma cleans.  Children bonk.  Momma kisses.  Family plays.  Noses sneeze.  Boys ‘rock’. Momma saves.  Momma cries. Bottoms explode. Momma cleans.

Pierson sniffs.  Thatcher ‘pats’.  Momma protects.  Boys love.  Momma loves.   Neighbor retrieves.  Dog barks.  Momma directs.  Boys ignore.  Boys play.  Boys argue.  Momma mediates.  Baby eats.  Baby spits. Baby poops.  Baby fusses.  Momma comforts.  Momma sings.  Momma holds.  Boys sleep.  Baby sleeps.  Momma sleeps.  Boys kiss.  Momma kisses.

Momma cherishes.
Without a doubt, I’m blessed beyond measure.

 

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