Remembering Butterball

One year ago today, we brought home a tiny, precious puppy named Butterball. He had been much dreamed of, and he was beyond loved. Many of my blog friends went through the rough five days that followed with me.

Our precious Butterball was only with us for five days. He came home on Oct. 31, and died just a few days later on Nov. 5. It was one of the hardest weeks of my life. It sent me into a tailspin that lasted for months. It took six months before I was myself again. A year later, I can look back and see Butterball as a sweet, short blessing. But it still hurts. It always will.

I am, however, grateful that I had a wonderful husband standing by me each step of the way. It had never been a battle to be happy, and to simply function before. Loosing my dream made those things so hard. But, Butterball did send us a sweet blessing. In December, we got Eve Belle. So in a few more weeks, we'll be celebrating one year of having our baby girl. It helped so much to have her. I'm grateful to my sweet in-laws for giving us such a precious girl.

Many people may not understand just how much we loved Butterball, and how much he meant in his short life. But I know some of you get it. And I know so many of you were there for me a year ago - first to celebrate, then to mourn.

Without my husband, my sweet Eve Belle, and so many friends, I'm not sure we'd be in this wonderful place in our lives today. And without Butterball, whose short life and death taught me so much about myself, my marriage, and my dreams, I know it wouldn't be the same.

I love you Butterball. Always and forever.

XOXO,
Mrs. Jones