Whose Back Is Really Broken?

It has been a beautiful Sabbath day, so many friends and family stopping by, bringing well wishes and delicious food. (Ralph and Cher....seriously, you can cook ANY time!)

We were blessed to have two of the young men from our ward administer the sacrament to us since we were unable to be at church. Kirk asked them if they get to do this each week and Rhees, one of the young men said he really enjoys it. He said, "Some guys don't like to do it but, that's their loss." Wow! I want to look at church service that way.

We have three sweet dogs, Jazz (black Cock-a-poo, 16 years old), Crazy (apricot colored Pomeranian Chihuahua mix, 7 years old) and Buddy ( 3 year old German Shepherd/Red Heeler mix). They all love Kirk so much and knew something was wrong the day of the accident. The whole time he was in the hospital they moped around and seemed so sad when I would get home.

The day Kirk came home I had the dogs on a leash anticipating this overwhelming excitement, jumping and potential injury to Kirk. The response when he arrived was quite the opposite. It took them all a while to realize it was really him! Jazz is so old and doesn't see or hear very well and of all of them it seems to have affected her the least. Crazy and Buddy have replaced that sullenness with the ultimate in protection and companionship. Buddy is generally on the floor on the side of Kirk's bed or on a chair where he can watch his master sleep.

Crazy is a little more "paws on" in the recuperation process with her dad and chooses to lay on the bed, right next to him, for the majority of the day. Kirk wondered allowed today, "Whose back is really broken here?"

It is amazing what these furry little creatures can sense and do in your life. I am a firm believer in Pet Therapy and I know they have played such a big part in Kirk's healing.










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