On Monday, before we were to put our dog, Emma, to sleep, Emily made one small request:
“Can I keep a piece of Emma’s fur?” she asked.
I thought about it and figured it was no different than keeping a lock of baby hair, so I said yes.
Then I had an idea.
We were going to go to:
Each girl was going to Build-a-Puppy and put a piece of Emma’s fur inside it so that they would have something to hug and love when they missed her.
Personally, I thought the idea was brilliant, but my ideas don’t always work out in reality as good as they do in my head.
After the vet appointment and crying, lunch and crying, naptime and crying – all of our tears were shed and we headed to the Mall of America.
I have to say, we were quite the somber group as we walked into the store.
I told the girls that they could each pick out a puppy and do you know what they did?
They each picked out a puppy.
Nobody asked for anything else. Not even the super cute bunny with flowers on it that kept calling my name.
Part of me was hoping somebody would beg for that bunny since of any days to beg for something extra, THAT was going to be the day I was going to say YES!
But, they didn’t ask.
They clutched their un-stuffed dogs and went to the fluffing machine.
The absolute most friendliest woman in the entire world came over to help us. She saw me take out 2 plastic bags out of my purse.
She asked if we had something extra we wanted to stuff inside our dogs and everyone kind of muttered and nodded, not sure what she would think if we told her how our day was going and what we were stuffing into the dogs.
We stuffed and fluffed.
We fluffed and stuffed.
When the girls were asked by the nice woman what the dogs’ names were, both girls said in unison, “EMMA.”
Emily and Sarah clutched their “Emma” dogs and had such HUGE smiles on their faces.
It was like someone flipped a switch on my kids and they were happy.
They hugged and kissed those dogs to death.
IT WAS MAGIC
In the 4 days since, Emily has held her dog every minute she is home. Knowing that a tiny, little piece of Emma is in her stuffed puppy has made all of the difference.
Sarah keeps showing her dog to Jack, our other dog, and tells him this:
“Emma is up in the clouds, but she is also here in my Emma puppy. See!” and then she shoves the puppy into Jack’s face.
How can I not feel good about that? My plan turned out even better than expected. It made everyone feel good.
Not to mention, when I get sad, I might just give th
ose dogs a hug too.
This week I had a bunch of posts scheduled to run about my mom in honor of Mother’s Day. These posts will run next week beginning on Monday and ending on Friday with a vlog with just the two of us!
I hope all of you have a delightful Mother’s Day with your family. I know I will!