I have always been some sort of homesick. As a child, I remember my first night away from home at my godmother´s: it was all fun until bedtime, when I realized my mother was not there to kiss me goodnight. I was crying so hard, that my godmother had a tough time trying to put me to bed. After a while, she succeeded.
I am thirty now, will definitively text my mother, but my dog Buda will be the one I really miss at night. As he has epilepsy & hydrocephalus -causing him seizures from time to time - it will be hard on me dealing with the fact that if something happens to him, I will be just too far away to help.
But the truth is Buda will be in good hands, and I trust God (give it any name you´d like) will support us both during this journey.
Before going to bed I will try thinking about him so hard, that he can feel my hands rubbing his floppy ears, despite we would be over 9, 300 miles away.
No matter the distance, buda will feel your smiles and you tears!!!!
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