The Art of Racing in the Rain

Dear Blog,
It has taken me a week to write this post. There's no craftiness here today-it was absent all week.

I don't understand Cancer. Why does IT make precious beings in our lives suffer, why does IT have to take things from you, without a care in the world? Why is IT the cause of countless questions from two boys whose parents really don't have logical answers? Cancer is bad and I don't like IT.

Don't be mistaken, Dear Blog, I understand that Cancer affects more than just dogs, and IT makes life difficult for so many family members when IT invades their loved ones. But Tulley, well, Tulley wasn't just a dog. He was our wedding gift to each other. He was our first child. (Our practice one before the two legged version came just two short years later.)

Although Cancer took our dog from us long before we were ready, IT can never take the memories away (glow and the dark skeleton shirts on little boys in the dark can me mistaken for predators) and IT can never steal life lessons already learned (you really can eat all your Easter candy in one sitting and not get sick!) and lessons to be learned (loyalty cannot be taken for granted).

There is a phenomenal book called The Art of Racing in the Rain and all I can say is, Dear Blog, that I'm looking forward to shaking Tulley's hand some day.
 
Signed,
Heartbroken

Tulsa Highwater Raleigh a.k.a Tulley
11/03/01 - 07/16/12