Tolerance, indifference, or love?
I think it started out as tolerance: “Dad says I have to be nice to this puppy.” It evolved to tolerance: “I guess she’s not so bad and is nice to have a a pal at nap time.” But over time, make no mistake, it turned into love. A love that as an upright I may never fully understand but in my heart I know it is a love as strong as I have for my closest family members.
18 months ago Kloe was nine weeks old when we brought her home. From that first day Kali consistently obliged and acquiesced to this little 15 pound whippersnapper as though it was one of her own pups and not just a step sister. Kloe regularly sought out Kali and found a spot next to Kali that was comfortable for herself even if it was not comfortable for her big sister.
Kloe: I want to be where you are big sis! Kali: Zzzz…
So it’s warming and gratifying to me that although her “little” sister Kloe is now 80 pounds and outweighs Kali by 20 pounds nothing has changed.
So tolerance, indifference, or love? I know it’s love.
Kloe: Hey Kali, c’mon, wake up and wrestle with me! Kali: Zzzzz