After my last breakdown, I admitted to my sister (the next day) what I was going through. She packed up her dog and came to visit me that night. We watched movies and talked about missing our mother and father. I also got my dog therapy with this little cutie as she slept and cuddled with me all night:
Along with my sister’s dog came her toy bunny. My sister decided that it would be fun to leave it tucked in my bed while I was at work and before she left. I came home and saw it. Thought it was cute and had a good laugh. Here it is:
Now, I am having some childish fun with this bunny. I haven’t had childish fun since my depression set in, so this is good for me. I sent my sister the following picture this morning and told her to tell her dog that her bunny is reading romance stories.
I will probably be taking more pictures with the bunny just to put a smile on my face. Sometimes, when we are depressed and grieving, the simplest thing can put the smile on our face that we need.