Today is Craigie’s Gotcha Day. The day my friend and I drove to meet Sally to pick him up in Terre Haute. One year ago.
Craigie Dillion. I met him once before, when I was looking for a new kid for Schemie. DeeDee was the one who came home and never left.
Yes, I remember him. A behemoth, enormous, energetic brindle 6 year old boy.
I remember him throwing himself at the window of the office when one of the volunteers left. Sitting in a chair, he looked far taller than me. He was a bit unnerving.
I remember that now. When I lost Schemie, I contacted Sally, if he’s there, he can come home with me.
What?? I forgot some of that which I remember now…
The big boy is here. He is trouble. He has excavated most of the backyard and chewed up shoes, a computer mouse or two, winter boots, well, anything not moving (thank God the cat still moves).
And he is beautiful. And funny. And so very loving and nuzzly.
I wish I had taken you sooner so that you would have had your forever sooner.
Dills, you goofy little boy, I adore you and am thrilled you are in my life. (And I am so happy you realized you don't fit that way in the hall!)
It is never dull with you, goose boy! And I am so very blessed to have you here with me. You make me smile and you make me laugh.
Happy Gotcha Day, baby. I love you, little boy!