Father’s Day a year ago happened a little earlier in the month, on June 15th, a horrendous day because that’s when Luke had his first seizure, nine plus months before the one that proved to be fatal.
I’m not sharing this sad memory to be a downer for puppy lovers, or for anyone who loved reading about all those crazy antics of our beloved and greatly missed poodle.
I share to illustrate what an outstanding father Jim Amster is, even to a fur baby.
He spent that holiday comforting Luke, petting him, feeding him his favorite treats, treating him with unconditional love in the months that followed, even those awful weeks coping with doggy dementia and frustrating incontinence.
This is the love my wonderful husband is capable of bestowing on an animal.. so in your mind, quadruple that, and you’ll get an idea of the wonderful role model he is for our human son, Evan.
They share a sense of humor and a love of sports and current events.. and being on the right side of history.
If Evan and Michelle are ever blessed with a son one day( the same will apply to a daughter or gender neutral child) the child will be the one who is blessed.
Evan had an unparalleled role model.
A friend, a father, a family guy.
I think of my own dad, Mike Levson, who we lost to a filthy cigarette habit in 1989 at the young age of 61.
But I’m not going to dwell on that horrible habit that killed him.. I’ll just allow myself to broadly smile and picture him talking sports with his grandson and his ( Hebrew) namesake, our son who inherited his sarcasm.
Happy Father’s Day to all the great ones out there.. the men who love and respect women.
Who respect men, children, and animals.
Who’d spend years in therapy if that’s what it took to kill any toxic masculinity that lived within them.
The men who tear up when they see their happy and successful children become well adjusted adults.
The men who change a full doggy diaper with not a single complaint.. with only gratitude that they got a few more months to do just that.
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