Doggie babies

A little while ago I was going through some titanic waves of depression when a couple of my real babies were due. Maybe something about how the miscarriages went, or having a heart beat one week then losing it the next were just to monumental for me to handle.

I was actually in the middle of one of the most difficult years of teaching I've been through yet and it seemed like I wasn't going to be able to keep things together.

Around Christmas time of that particular year I told my husband that he needed to drop me off at the University of Utah Psych ward, and I was serious.

Clark came up with an even better way to help me. He came home the month one baby was due and gave me a little Maltese puppy. I'd wanted a female and he was only able to find a male, so the female came later. The two dog's real birthdays actually align with the due dates of two of our lost babies and Linus came to us during the time another baby had been due.

These two doggies pulled me out of my dark abyss and gave me hope. The male still likes to be held like a baby and rocked and he will follow me around until I step on him. When I was sick during my last pregnancy the two would sit outside my door and wait until they could come onto my bed and comfort me.

I swear by the loyalty of the Maltese dog breed and I love my two little doggie babies, Linus and Mia.

The pictures don't do the two sweethearts justice because they look too scared. My six year old, Sterling is holding them in one shot.