nurseratchett
"Luck is the residue of design"
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When my service dog disappeared, there were daily sightings. That's what kept me going. I knew he was out there, I knew he missed me. One of the most heartbreaking sightings for me was very early on, when someone reported seeing him sitting by himself on the other side of a creek, licking his front paws (a stress habit for him) and crying.
The first evening, after I signed out of the hospital AMA, I was a wreck. I didn't think I could eat, sleep or do anything but search for my boy (dog).
I ate because I had to eat in order to be able to keep moving. I slept because I had to sleep in order to be able to search some more. I kept up with the post-surgical eye care regimen (which involved six different medications) because I needed my eyesight in order to keep searching for him.
I was absolutely convinced the entire time that his faith in me was still intact and I was damned if I would allow my faith in him to break. I would never betray him because I knew he would never betray me.
What I discovered was that when I had to, I could do a lot of stuff that I never imagined I could. I sucked it up in ways I would never have dreamed would be possible.
What it came down to was this: I knew that no one else loved him the way I loved him, so it was up to me to make getting back together possible.
Yes, afterwards I was a wreck. But that didn't matter because he was right there next to me as I recovered.
He's lying on my feet as I write this.
I think Desiree is likely similar to you in her approach to Kyron. As you so eloquently stated, you knew his faith and trust in you would not waiver, he deserved the same from you, and you did what you had to in order to provide it. What a lovely ending. :angel: