But Storm is so much more than just a dog. He has been my constant companion through the darkest time of my life and now he is with me on this journey through the brightest time of my life.
He loves me unconditionally. His world is quite simple. I am his Chelle and he is always happy to see me (unless he just peed in one of those inappropriate places then he sits there and hides his head.)
No matter if I am gone all day at work or just a brief walk to the mailbox, when I come through that door, he is as excited to see me as if he had been waiting forever for me. He greets me as if I am the most wonderful thing in his whole world, and there are days when that wet nose against my face is the one thing that can take away the day's frustrations and just make me smile.
When I don't feel well, he doesn't leave my side, like he has some sort of doggy intuition. Storm may be part gremlin. He may be a little more on the special side than I care to admit, but he's my Stormous and I would not want him any other way.
My Stormous is scheduled for surgery in the morning. I am as nervous as a momma can be. Tomorrow will be a long and tiring work day for me. I know I will worry about him. I can call after lunch to see what time he can be picked up so by tomorrow evening my Stormous will be back home, and I took Wednesday off from work to spend the day here with him. If the tables were switched, he would stay right with me. He's proven that. It's the least I can do. He is my best little buddy.