Brotherly Love

 

I don't know of any other devotion stronger than Pappy's and Wally's. Ever since the day they were born and taken from their mother - Ever since they were abandoned and left in a box to die --- they had each other.

They were found together and rescued together.

Before they could even hear or see, they felt each others' presence and warmth.

They shared their first bottle

and had their first big boy meal side by side.

Together, they endured a very long and scary car ride for eighteen hours.

And met their Mommy and Daddy in each others presence.

They spent their first night, at home, in peace from the comfort of each other,

Experienced new adventures, together, as they grew older,

 

And helped each other through scary times (like the poisonous mushroom night).

They celebrated their first Halloween together.

And woke up on Christmas morning, side by side.

From the absolute beginning to the absolute end, they will spend every single minute of their lives together. Does a closer bond even exist?

Like normal brothers: They wrestle. They play tag. They compete. They argue. They have each others back and worry about each other often. They hate being alone, but they also need their space. They fight over the same toy and encourage each others' naughty behavior. They comfort each other. They spoon. They snore in unison, and fight over food. They have problems sharing and can easily get jealous. But they love each other to infinity and back, and anyone who meets them can immediately see that. 

Through all the "difficult" times of having double trouble puppies - Matt and I do not regret adopting the two, together, for a single second. 

Like parents of humans:

We love watching their brotherhood and loyalty grow day by day. We love comparing their similarities, but also, love watching their individual personalities come through from time to time. We love watching them love each other, and, we will eventually learn to deal with the times that they fight with each other.

Tonight, while cooking dinner - our kitchen went from happy and peaceful - to a full fledged dog fight in seconds.  Like brothers do, one irritated the other and things escalated.

Within seconds, Mommy and Daddy were in the middle, ripping them apart, 

Matt cuddling Wally, and I cuddling Pappy. Calming them down. Hugging them. Kissing them. Letting them know that "everything was going to be okay"

I held Pappy trying to comfort him. I could tell they were both worked up:: scared and upset. It was their first real sibling fight and my heart broke looking at the fear in their eyes. I felt their pain. And I wanted to take it away as fast as I could. Then, it hit me.

At that exact moment, I knew it. I felt it.

 I'm a mommy. 

A real life Mommy.

THEIR Mommy.

Now, I may not be a "normal" Mommy -- but if these babies are the only babies I'll ever have ---

I consider myself beyond blessed.