I adopted Gina when she was a one-year-old and promised her a forever home. She’ll be 12 next month.
She’ll never say, “Happy Mother’s Day Mom, I love you!”
Gina’s a dog.
Mother’s Day is not the easiest of holidays for me. I have no human children.
Gina won’t be bringing me breakfast in bed on Mother’s Day. There’s no graduation from high school, leaving for college, or becoming an empty nester.
She gets room and board with medical and dental for life. I’m her caretaker, training partner, agility handler and human cuddler.
I feed her a healthy diet and give her plenty of exercise. Some say I spoil her with reward-based dog training, environmental enrichment, holistic vet care, participation in dog sports, and music for pet stress (played by me on the piano).
I say she’s worth it.
This Mother’s Day, whether I take her to the beach or she sits by my side at an outdoor cafe, she’s my girl.
I’m her person.
If she could talk, I’m pretty sure she’d say, “Every day is Mother’s Day!”