Not that I would ever wish Inoo was human for I love him as he is, but if he is, yesterday would have been his 7th adoption birthday. In dog years, it’s his 50th. He’s chasing his grandparents’ age – Papa is 59 and Mama is 55 – but age doesn’t matter: he will always be my son and I, his mawmaw (mama + aw-aw in our love language). Having said that…
Happy Gotcha Day, my baby! Look at him, he’s laughing! ❤
So… why the late greeting and no feast? Because I thought the date he came to my life and made me his happy human is August 23. Plus, we’ve always celebrated his birthday every June 22 – the birthday of his fanfiction father, Inoo Kei. Only yesterday did I find out the truth, after rediscovering this post from my fangirling days. What kind of a mother am I?!
I originally planned to bake him Chloe Coscarelli‘s pupcakes from her cookbook Chloe’s Vegan Desserts, but since it was already on such short notice, I grabbed a whole lechon manok on the way home which he shared with his frenemies – our four other dogs – and they were very, very satisfied.
My cousin handed him to me seven years ago (August 22, 2009) and I fell in love. I’ve never stopped falling since. I’ll never ever trade this day for anything.
Love, here’s mawmaw’s gotcha day message for God’s greatest gift:
On the day God gave you to me, I had no idea that you will change my life. But you showed me that despite the instability of my emotions I’m capable of a love so selfless and unconditional. You made me realize that all creatures are beings, that everyone has a soul – human or not. You gave me the experience of being a parent and taught me that I don’t have to give birth to be a mother. We’ve gone through a lot and we’ll be strong until the end of time.
Like me, you are crazy. You destroy our house. You need constant attention. You don’t want to be alone. You abhor taking baths. I love you, nonetheless. Even if it means they get angry at me for letting you pee all over our house. Even if it means you eat inside the house all the time so I could keep you safe. Even if it means I have to replace the curtains you tear apart. All of that, all of the sacrifices are nothing compared to the joy and color and life you give to me.
You are now a senior, my love. As much as it tears my heart knowing our years, months, weeks, days, minutes and seconds are running out, I thank God for bringing you to take care of me and make me as human as a human possibly can. The Church finds it impossible that there are dogs in heaven but let’s not lose faith: only God can decide on that. And maybe if I pray hard enough so we can be together always, maybe He will open the gates of heaven for everyone – humans and non-humans alike.
You are now 50 in human years. If you were human, you’d be like my father and I your daughter. But you will always be my baby, that one my heart gave birth to, my son. And I am your human, now and forever.
I will take care of you. Happy, happy gotcha day, love.