Oddly enough, Jake and I have a bit of a connection in terms of his birthday…
Six years ago tomorrow I was rushed to the hospital and given a bit of a grave diagnosis. Apparently my body thought it would be fun times if my lungs filled with blood clots. How dare it attempt an uprising! While that night was scary, it does not define me. That’s life. It’s not always pretty or easy or logical. It is what it is. Find your happy and run with it. Obviously, I’m fine now!
Six years ago tomorrow, Jake was born. At the very moment I was being rolled into the ER, Jake’s googly eyes were seeing the world for the very first time. I didn’t know his birthday when I adopted him. He came with a folder and although I looked the info over, I mainly did so to look at his vaccination dates. It wasn’t until we went to the vet for the first time and they were entering him into the system that they asked if I knew his birthday. I looked and there it was.
Same day. Almost to the hour. My little pea-nugget.