When Darc and I met and married, he had a little bit of fluff generally thought of as a dog. She didn’t think of herself that way, and I suspect Darc didn’t either. She was his baby, and that’s all there was to it.
I say little bit of fluff, and that’s what she was, smaller even than my babies when they were born, she weighed maybe 7 lbs, soaking wet.
Darc had a step he built for her to get up on the bed, and she loved the bed! Oh my, she loved to snuggle down under the blankets where it was nice and warm and she’d press herself up against one of us, usually him because he’s warmer than I am. If we moved a little to accommodate her, she’d scooch in again, until, as Darc once put it, “I’m sleeping on the nightstand here!” How such a tiny dog took up so much room on the bed is one of those mysteries I will never figure out.
When I was expecting the KnytLite, my body temp soared, so I became the “snuggle” of choice. Only, with the baby pressing on the inside, I really wasn’t able to handle her pressing on the outside, and leaving me just a sliver of space. My nightstand just couldn’t handle pregnant me. So, I had Darc take her step away to keep her from hopping up on the bed anymore.
It was a sad day. After that, there was a baby often in the bed with us and just not enough room for the little bit of fluff anymore. She’s been on my mind since we got the new bed, because we practically need steps ourselves just to get into it, and I can’t help but think we’d have had to make a 2 stair step for her, maybe even a 3. It’s funny the way your mind works sometimes. She’s been gone a while now, and I still find myself thinking of little things, like her bed-step.