
Before I lost my beloved Rosie, and before Debbie's back problems forced her off her horse and onto the surgery table, we had thought of each other and shopped for one another's Christmas presents lovingly. She ordered this 2007 Danbury Mint bulldog ornament for me; I ordered her favorite riding gloves for her. After we got Jackson, Debbie asked me if I would mind if my Christmas present was bulldog-related; I laughed and responded "Not if you don't mind that your Christmas present is riding-related!"
While neither of us sacrificed our sole treasure to buy our gifts for each other, there is a certain irony that our gifts were chosen for something dear to the other's heart, and since lost -- although like Della's hair, I pray that Debbie's loss of riding ability is eventually restored.
That's it for now at . . .

3 comments:
I love that story - my grandmother read it to me when I was still in middle school. Did you know that you've uploaded this post twice?
Oops - thanks, Sharon!
what a sweet ornament. I love that story.
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