03/02/2019
Happy Birthday to this guy. Six years ago, he came into the world and eight weeks later, he became a part of our family, Little did we know how much we needed him. At fourteen months, he detected a major health condition and saved my life. Two and a half years ago, he officially became my medical alert dog and he has been my constant companion ever since.
He has traveled to Colorado, Kentucky, Texas, Mississippi, Louisiana, North Carolina, Arkansas, Georgia, West Virginia, California, and Puerto Rico with me with work. We have weathered many things since he became my service dog. Everyday, he has chosen to make it his job to take care of me. I have no doubt that he knows more about my health than all of my doctors combined - if only he could talk. Sometimes I wonder if he wishes to just be a dog and I have no doubt he is grateful for the moments when he gets to be just that. I watch as he takes on other people. I often know when someone else he loves is not feeling well just by watching how he interacts with them.
I’ve watched him crawl on the the lap of a seatmate on a plane and look at me with eyes that said, “She needs me more than you do right now” and watched him snuggle into her in a way I have only seen him do with me. I knew she was not well. At the end of the flight she thanked me for letting her hold him during the flight. She told me she really needed it, she hadn’t been well for awhile and it was good for her.
We have also experienced discrimination. I have no doubt that because he is a pug, not your typical service dog, people assume I paid a fee to have him registered at some bogus website, but I have a prescription for him from a medical provider. I have had people try to assault him at hotels, been denied entry into restaurants, experienced discrimination in the workplace, had poor treatment by other passengers on a plane. We have experience first hand ignorance of the laws about service animals.
And honestly, I would rather not need him but I am so grateful that God put him into my life. He has been an amazing part of my journey in this world.
Today I celebrate his snorts and snoring, his daily pugacures (pug version of footwashing) and pug bursts, and his head tilt. I love that he makes me smile every day, he snuggles in when I am sick and when I am sad. And sometimes, he just snuggles in. I love how he finds his favorite people wherever we go, how others seem drawn to him and grow to love him so quickly. I love that he takes on some of my coworkers, or chooses to take care of someone else who is having a hard time ina way that seems to say, “I’m here. I’ve got you covered!”
He takes on more than a 17 pound little guy should ever carry. I am so blessed to call him mine. Or maybe it’s that I am blessed that I’m his person.
So celebrate Gus with me today.
Happy Birthday Gus.