Today, we are going to get back to Jaimie's wonderful posts. She isn't here at the moment to post herself so I thought I'd do it for her for today. And I know, due to the subject matter of the post, that she won't mind.
In May, we had new neighbours move in next door. We weren't 100% sure about them at first. Not because of anything specific but more that we have had the worst luck with neighbors since we've moved in, and we were a little leery. Our minds were quickly eased as we started talking with them more and more, and saw the beautiful relationship developing between Jaimie and one of their dogs named Frankie.
About the time that the family moved in marked a bit of a peak for us. The kids' dad and I broke up and he'd moved out the December before. The kids were finally adjusting to their new life but I could tell they were all still struggling in their own ways. Sophie became withdrawn, never wanting to leave my side. Xander was more aggressive. Jordy, my sensitive girl, was even more so. Jaimie...? Well...as our regular readers know she has never been one to be able to express her feelings and thoughts the way other kids do. It takes her a long time to process experiences before she's able to discuss or deal with them. That's always been cool with me and I've always given her the space she needed. But not only did she have to deal with our new situation, she had another good friend moving away plus her body was going through changes most other girls' don't for a few more years. I was worried about her.
|Frankie greeting Jaimie after school.|
As the weeks passed, I noticed that Jaimie started smiling, interacting and talking more. Frankie gave her hugs before she went to school, and literally sat on my front lawn when the home bell rang, staring at the fence the kids walked between on their way home. When he saw her, his tail went crazy and she flopped down on the grass for her welcome home cuddles.
As our families got closer, Burt shared wonderful stories with me about how Frankie used to go visit people in the hospital, and how protective he is. Burt says that dogs pick their owners, or those they trust to be close to. I don't think I fully understood that until Jaimie and Frankie met.
Here we are five months later and we have become like one big family with our neighbors. It's funny how life works. You go through crappy stuff, thinking you'll never get through it, then you're given a gift out of the blue that shows you how beautiful life is and all you have to keep moving forward to.
|Frankie doesn't just let anyone lay on him.|
I've always heard about the miracles that an animal's love can bring. They help cheer up sick people in the hospital or bring some joy to lonely elderly people living alone. And they give children like Jaimie a living being to help calm her or bring her out in ways none of the rest of us are able to. Our neighbors are our family now, and have given us so much. But Frankie's love for Jaimie, and hers for him, will be something I will always treasure. And I know she will never forget her time with him no matter how old she gets.
Please share your own stories of animal love and how they've helped your child, or another child you know.
|Frankie and Jaimie. BFFs forever.|