When we first adopted Linus, I referred to myself as Mum, because Linus seemed like my little old man and that he would refer to me as such. Today, instead of a little old man, he has become my little man. When he is happy, he looks over to find me so I can see his tail wag, so I can see his smile, and he lets out a little growl or bark to make sure I am paying attention. When he is scared, he immediately runs to me so that I can reassure him it will be ok. When we are outside and he walks ahead of me and realizes I am not at his side, he immediately stops and sniffs the air to find where I am. I have become his momma.
In the last few weeks, this little man has awoken before our eyes. He came to us an older gentleman who needed a quiet place to sleep and be cared for. Today, he is the pup who tells us what he needs (ok demands what he needs), he is the pup that now goes to the front door and barks to let us know he needs to go out, the pup who chews bones and gets cheeky and tries to steal from the trash. He is the pup who will walk into the kitchen and tell me to hurry up with his dinner because I am taking too long to prepare it, he is the pup who stomps his front feet when he is frustrated that we don't know what he wants, and he is the pup that when he is tired and needs a snoozle curls up on Papa Andy's or my foot so that he can sleep knowing we are watching over him. He has become my little man and I love him more than words can explain. From the first week, he found his way into my heart, right to where his piece was waiting for him to find it, he showed me that patience and love can conquer the world, and he made me a momma again.
I know on Mother's Day it is a time to give thanks to your moms, mums, mothers, or mommas; but today I would like to be the one to say thank you to this little man for letting me love him.
Ok, if you are still reading, I know I started by saying a momma to both Linus and Panthor KitKat. I haven't forgotten KitKat, he has shown me his love and appreciation in his own way today; by leaving me a giant turd on the floor of the laundry room, three feet from his litter box. I love you too, Panthor KitKat, you little shit!!
