Little Bit, or as I call Her Lil’ Bit, was my Mom’s dog. Little Bit was a rescue dog, another thing thoughtlessly used and then discarded by the human animal. My Mom loved this dog the first time she saw her and adopted her. She spent time with us all as we visited but she would always end up laying at the feet of my Mom. A few years after this wonderful dog came into my Mom’s life she called me to tell me she had lung cancer. As my Mom’s cancer progressed Little Bit became the “keeper” of the man my Mom loved: My Dad. She spent time at my Mom’s feet as she was confined to a hospital bed at home but at my Dad’s feet as well. At the end, when Mom no longer was present but alive, she spent more time at the feet of my Dad. After Mom died she could be found there at Dad’s feet when we came to visit. Dad passed less than a year after Mom and my brother is now the keeper of both my mom’s and my Dad’s dogs.I took this picture this past Thursday as I visited my Brother but as I looked at it , it stirred something in me as I recognized the position this lovely Little Lady had taken: She laid at my Brother’s feet. She is now the keeper of my Brother.
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I am a 55 year old guy who is asking questions about life like "what does it all mean?" and " how come hair will not grow on my head but grows real fast on my ears and back?" you know the deep stuff. I am married and have been for 24 years to the same wonderful woman( read into that: she puts up with me and I married up). I believe in Jesus Christ and that He died for all. The rest I am still working on. View all posts by The Jagged Man