Mom Admits She Loves Her Dog More Than Her Son
[su_right_ad]Kelly Rose Bradford wrote about it in MailOnline.
With her big brown eyes and constant need for cuddles and kisses, Matilda makes every maternal fibre of my being swell. Every time I look at her – or even a picture of her – my heart fills with immeasurable love and the desire to hold her close, bury my face in hers, protect and cosset her – the normal, all-encompassing feelings of intense love and responsibility that a mother has towards her child.
But Matilda is not my daughter. She is my four-year-old West Highland White terrier, and I freely admit that I love her as much as I love my 11-year-old son, William. In fact, on some occasions I love her more than him. And I don’t feel a bit guilty about admitting that.
My son spreads mess around the house. He has to be chided and reminded to do his homework and put away his clothes, or told off for answering back, while my dear, sweet-natured Matilda is always obedient, even-tempered and brimming with affection…
This resonates with me. For, much as I love my son – and I do, more than any words could express – I also love Matilda with the same drive and passion. And on occasions, those feelings of love for her do run deeper than those I have for William.
After all, I’m on borrowed time with Matilda in a way I’m not with my son. With her, I have 12 or so years at best. I’m already a third of the way through, so I need to make her every moment as happy as possible. I want her never to feel unloved or unwanted.
Obviously, I want my son to feel that way too. But as we have decades of fun and shared time left together, I feel that Matilda’s needs now are more pressing.[su_csky_ad]