When I call Gerry “my boy”, I mean it in the MOST sincerest of ways. I don’t recall if I’ve ever mentioned it, but I don’t have any children of my own. (I think it makes me ABLE to be a public school teacher…but that’s anther story.) He had a REALLY GOOD day today. Can you see his tail in motion?
I don’t know if I’ve ever written that I knew, at an early age, that just I didn’t really want to have children of “my own”, despite enjoying them. I just knew. In the late 1980’s that wasn’t a popular or “believable” response, when you were asked. I (am proud to say) always stayed true to myself and my strong belief.
Thus! When I reached age 43, sadly had to leave my husband and was divorced, YET still teaching, and finally found a house that a dog would love, was delayed a year due to bunion surgery, I found Gerry online, (we saved each other) and he became “my boy”.
Every decision I have to make lately makes me more aware that people don’t understand that he is my boy.