I closed out 2018 with a bang, by doing something I’ve been wanting to do for years: I got a tattoo on New Year’s Eve! What better time to do something that’s both scary and exciting??
I first started thinking about one after my dad died, almost seven years ago now. I wanted a small eagle on the inside of my left wrist as a memorial to him, since he loved eagles. But I never found an image that seemed perfect, or maybe it just wasn’t the right tattoo. I kept thinking of things that I will always be passionate about, and I kept coming back to my dogs. Yet it’s still related to my dad because it’s thanks to him that I’m the dog mom I am today. When he was sick, we adopted his dog. Samson was a huge, gorgeous red husky mix, and he was pretty close to the perfect dog: he didn’t bark much, was gentle with everyone he met, he was good on walks, and he never got in trouble. I loved Sam, but mostly I loved that he was a connection to Dad, especially after Dad passed.
At least that’s what I thought. But after Samson died, just a couple years after Dad, I found that I missed his company a lot. I missed seeing his face at the door when I came home. I missed his big, warm body at my feet. I missed the comfort I got from petting him. I missed having a dog. So after six months with no pets, we brought Jack home, and I fell head over heels in love with him. His exuberance made me laugh, his heavy warmth comforted me, and his soft, thick fur absorbed many tears as I went through a long period of grief and depression. He is selfless and generous and loyal and such a damn good dog, and I love that almost all dogs are the exact same way. Grace came home ten months after Jack, and Duncan arrived about a year and a half later, and here I am with three big mutts that make my life complete. And none of that would have happened without my dad, and Samson. I look at this image on my arm, and I think of my dogs. I think of Samson, and Dad, and I smile.
P.S. No, it didn’t really hurt. It was uncomfortable but not painful. The dentist is worse for me than this was. The girl went with me because she’s been the most encouraging about it. And yes, I LOVE it and have no regrets whatsoever!
P.P.S. Shelter dogs are amazing! Adopt, don’t shop!
Yay for new tattoos!! I love each of mine, and the meaning of each is so important. It’s beautiful and perfect. Congratulations!!
Thank you!! I confess, I’m already thinking about the next one! 😉
Oh ueahz that’s how it goes, lol
What a wonderful tattoo, and such important meaning. ❤️
Thank you. 🙂
I want a cat paw tatoo since 2012. The paws are so cute!
Love the ink and the story behind it. What a beautiful dog. I’m beginning to understand what I was missing out on by not having a dog. They really are so happy to just be with you.
Thanks. Is Lily your first dog ever? I hope she brings you as much joy as mine do for me!
Thank you! I had an outdoor dog when I was a kid for a short time that my parents got rid of because he would attack and bite kids. After that I really didn’t want one but my in-laws all have dogs so I’ve warmed up to them over the last 15 years. Lily’s a lot of fun when she’s not eating everything
LOL, yeah I know. If it helps, both of mine outgrew that phase. Jack did by the time he was maybe a year old, and Grace by 3ish. We’re still waiting for Duncan to get there, but he’s improved a lot!
Funny thing is that she knows she’s not supposed to eat everything. She keeps giving me this look when she’s doing but she can’t resist.
I love it!!!
Thank you! Me too!!!