But there still are a few things that have not been exactly what I expected. One thing that has surprised me is how sensitive a parent is to their own child's plight. I remember hearing parents say that they cried when their child got a shot. I have to admit I used to think that was a bit extreme. Not anymore. I hate watching Isaac feel bad. I hate feeling helpless to help him. And JB feels the same way. And this is just a little illness. I can't even imagine how I'd feel if it were something more serious.
This little twenty pounds of chunk has completely stolen our hearts. I cannot even begin to explain the love I have for him and the motherly protection I feel toward him. The fact that he is not biologically related to me is so not important. I think we sometimes allow biological relations to be overrated. I mean, I love JB something fierce and we definitely aren't related by blood. I also love this silly dog of mine and, obviously, he is not a genetic match to me! I just want the world to know how wonderful adoption can be!
Isaac, you are our boy! Get better soon little guy.