Love will...

Love will hit you when you least expect. 

Love will deepen sometimes in the most unusual circumstances. 

Love will leave that lodge in your throat that suddenly you have to swallow 

or else you might start crying.

Last week if you saw on Instagram, henninglove if you aren't already following, Kip became sterile. We finally bit the bullet and got it done. What I wasn't expecting was my response and later in the evening Kip's response to me. 

It was the standard procedure, drop him off in the morning and expect to pick him up later in the afternoon. As a guy, Sean felt for Kip and didn't want to have anything to do with the experience so I dropped Kip off and picked him up later in the day. When the vet tech came to get him, that lump appeared in my throat. That lump that later turned into nerves of the thought that my dog was going under the knife later to never ever be able to pass his genes onto the next generation of Jack Russell Terriers. 

As the day progressed and neither Sean nor I heard from the vet, the nerves turned into worry of is my dog ok? Finally, the vet's office called to say he was out of surgery and came out of anesthesia great and if I wanted to come pick him up now I could. After I called Sean to say Kip was great, I couldn't have flown out the door faster to see my puppy. To see my little sidekick, to see my constant companion around the house. If you hang out at our home for any length of time, you will notice that Kimbia stays with Sean primarily and Kip is always by my side. I am the one who he wakes up to feed him breakfast in the morning, yes he does that, don't ask. I am the one he comes to give him treats, let him out to go to the bathroom, etc. You get the picture. 

The rest of the day I was constantly watching Kip especially because he had the cone on and was banging into furniture and legs of coffee tables and chairs.

Later in the evening with the cone off and as I was laying on the couch, Kip came up to be with him and laid his eye down so gingerly on my chest. Usually he lays down near my feet so it was a surprise to have him lay so closely. Then he promptly fell asleep right there on my chest. It is one of those moments that still surprise and shock you how much you love someone even if that someone is your dog. 

If this is the case now then come January, how will my heart contain all the love that I have for Baby Henning? I have a finally it will all work itself out... even if I have to start wearing sweatshirts and t-shirts with a heart print to demonstrate the amount of love my heart is overwhelmed by.
Poor Kip and his cone of shame...