|Sharon and Ema|
New friends who I hope to see again!
That evening, I visited with another Emma (this one with two 'm's) - my Emma who lives with my ex.
As usual she was excited to see me:
|Mom! You're here!|
As usual, we went through her commands that I taught her when she was just a pup - sit, stay, down, come, heel, shake paw, kiss, speak - and she posed for pictures.
|Speak? What would you like me to say?|
|"Come!" My favourite word, next to "Cookie"!|
|Do I look distinguised in this pose?|
She is eight and a half years old now (where did the years go?!!), and for the first time I saw some grey on her muzzle and the beginnings of aging in her face:
|Dontcha know? Us labs are puppies until we are eight.|
I'm just entering adulthood now!
And the highlight of the evening was that my ex popped the question: "If I die before Emma, would you take her for me?".
You bet I will.
Not that I wish him ill. The odds of him dying first are slim - he is, after all, not yet sixty, and Emma is almost a senior. But it filled my heart with joy to know he loves her so much that he plans for her future if he can't be with her, that he chooses someone he knows will love her unconditionally and always give her a good home.
It warms my heart to know Emma is so very much loved by both of us.
She is one happy, lucky girl.
|Well of course I am!|
I'm a lab!