A Dog named Bridget

We moved today. At the hospital in our home town the nurses were our friends, the doctor went to high school with me, the distance is only 10 miles. Mom is in just fragile shape, but she has come up with some wonderful ideas. I told her this morning that when I brought her home, I would get us a little dog. She nodded when I asked if she would like a dog. "What will we name her?" I asked--- not expecting an answer. The question was barely hanging there in the room with the IV's the feeding tubes, the extra pillows to prop her up.

"Bridget," she announced.


You got it, Mama.

Whimsy and Hugs!