A Letter To Guide Dog Number Three

To Guide Dog Number Three,

I shall call you my mystery dog for now, as I know nothing about you, and I know I love you before I’ve met you (sorry, had to bust out that song from Savage Garden).

 

I am not even on the waiting list yet!  The instructors have their work cut out for them, and they will have to do an assessment to make sure you’re the right dog for me.  I hope you’re ready for what’s to come and who you’ll meet!  There is my husband, and my full on toddler who will want to chase you and vise verser in fun, and maybe even pull some of your fur out.  She will laugh at you just playing with your toys, which is adorable to watch, and follow us everywhere.  Eventually she will be attached to you and I, and we will then have the big responsibility of keeping us all safe.  We also have a cat called Delilah (she has an attitude), who won’t welcome you warmly at first, but I’m sure you two will become good friends.

 

There will be many other people whom you will meet on our personal and professional journeys together.  You will be there for Ella’s first day of kindergarten, her first day of school, and many other adventures I have no idea about yet.

 

Rest assured you will be well loved!  I will have waited maybe two years by the time you come to me, my mystery dog, and that is a long time to wait, considering I have had two dogs before you, for pretty mmuch half my life (15 years).  I am waiting with open arms and an open heart!

 

Till then,

 

Lots of love xxxooo

A Hypothetical Day In The Life

Happy new year everyone! :).  I hope you had a great Christmas-we had family over from Australia :).  My post today is called A Hypothetical Day In The Life because it raises the rhetorical question, what would I do if I was sighted for a day?  More importantly, what would I learn from it?  What would be my conclusion at the end of the day-would I still rather be sighted?  The answers to these questions I will never fully know or understand, until I get to Heaven, and the stuff that I worry about, or get jealous about because there are just some things I can’t do, will be a distant memory.

 

Anyway, this is what a day in the life of a sighted me would look like.  I would do everything independently both inside and outside of the home, and not have to rely on a sighted person as much as I do now.

 

So why did I write this if I can’t change anything?  Because I needed to acknowledge it, and to remind myself that things as they are now won’t be like it forever; I will be able to be independent with my daughter and be the Mum I always wanted to be.