On March 23 at 6 pm I had to do the hardest thing ever….I had to put my precious baby dog to sleep. She passed away in my arms. I was (and still am) devastated with grief.
I always boasted to my friend that I am not a crier (compared to me, she is a cry baby). Well on March 23rd the tears started and I could not stop them. The only person I didn’t feel stupid crying to was my mom. (It turns out I was not a crier because I had NOTHING to cry about….who knew!)
She cried with me for a couple of days, and then she told me to stop crying and try to get over it. This was our conversation a week after:
Me: Mom, do you want to come over and bring Missy with you for Daisy to play with?
- FYI: Missy (Mom’s Dog), Daisy (My Dog)
Me: I only get one of those channels.
Mom: Then I can’t go until my novelas end.
Me: (WTF! ) Okay…I understand mom.(feeling sorry for myself)
Cut to Last Tuesday at 5:30 pm…when I was came home from work. I saw my mom’s car in my driveway.
Me: Mom, what are you doing here?
Mom: You are more important to me than my novelas.
(Ahh…that’s the nicest thing a Mexican mother addicted to novelas can say to you.)
Me: Thank you mom….
Mom: Now…I was thinking you can bring up the last episodes on your computer so I can watch them online.
Moral of the Story: Never under estimate the love and cunning of a Mexican mother.
