It's been 16 months since I noticed the spot on Kira's chest wall. With the diagnosis being a high grade, extremely aggressive cancer she should technically not have even lived long enough to have surgery. She teaches me more each day than I could ever hope to learn about just living life. About not worrying who says what or numbers or data or predictions. Just to live.
She's getting some neat things for Christmas this year. I haven't done that for our pets in a while but this year we all gave up a present to spread the wealth to the other members of our family. A soft new bed, some bones and a new sweater awaits my sweet Bella. I want to honor her while she is here, speak kindly to her and not yell at her when she's dripping....stuff.....on the carpet. I want every second of every day she has left with me to mean something to her. Sleeping in the sun, walks to the park, rides in the stroller when she is too tired, going on errands in the car.
The extra love we are showing her has literally transformed our family. My children stop what they are doing to pet her, help her up the steps, make her a cozy bed. They ask me how her day was and to tell them funny stories about each pet. They "get" it. They see the finite amount of time she has, that we all have. It has made us see each other in a new way too. To appreciate playing games together, doing homework at the table as a group, working in the yard, having sleepovers. I see my kids being kind and caring and reminding each other that we are a family.
I will always be grateful to Kira for that.