I love Cloud and all his pure innocence. How clumsy he is when he tries to move his big paws, tripping over twigs and landing on his nose. Pretty funny for a 57lb four month old. But the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen him do was this morning.
Last night, my young daughter had growing pains. Her little joints begin to ache. There’s only so much I can do to help her but one of the things she counts on is a chance to hold my doll. I have this lovely little weighted baby doll that looks and feels like a real baby…including rooted hair.
She fell asleep on the couch, and later when feeling better went to bed. The doll, however, fell face first into some pillows on the ground.
So this morning, I’m awakening by a frantic slurping tongue on my nose. I blink and there’s Cloud’s big brown eyeball looking right into mine while he gives a high-pitched whine. He leads me to the living room, easing over to the “baby” on the ground and starts to nuzzle and nose the “baby”, licking and trying to wake it up. Poor Cloud was beside himself with worry! It had to be a “real” baby to him. It smelled like a child, it weighted when he nudged it and it must have still had some of the warmth from my little girl. It just…wasn’t breathing!
I just carefully picked it up and cradled the doll to my chest, scratched his head and told him he was a good boy. I sure hope I didn’t confuse him too much! It's just in a way, that's good he was trying to ask me for help.
