When I Say My Dog is My Child and You Roll Your Eyes…

My Dog Is My Child and That's Okay

My Dog Is My Child and That's OkayWhen I say my dog is my child and you roll your eyes, do you stop to think?

Do you think that maybe I’m unable to have two-legged children due to infertility or chronic illness?

Do you think that maybe I can’t afford to support a child and instead of draining an already strained welfare system, I choose to be responsible?

Do you think that maybe I chose not to have children as a result of a hereditary disease like Huntington’s Chorea?

Do you think that maybe adoption is out of my reach because I don’t have $20,000+ to spare or that I believe in second chances and married someone with a criminal record?

That maybe my dog, my four-legged child, is how I cope with these things?

Do you think that maybe two-legged children just weren’t for me and I made a conscious choice not to give birth?

That instead, I choose to give another living, breathing creature a life of love, compassion, and care?

Or do you just roll your eyes, say that I haven’t “earned my stripes” and tell me that there’s no comparison?

And maybe there isn’t or maybe there is, but why does it matter?

So perhaps, just perhaps, before you roll your eyes or judge my lack of stripes, you should stop and ask yourself if you are being careless or if you are being kind.

The world could use more kind.

 

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