Fable.
It struck like an artfully timed chord and reverberated deeply.
Then an adorable ball of love dropped down from the sky like a fuzzy raindrop and landed right on my heart.
Fable.
This perfect animal was intended to be a brief little visitor, her stay with us like a fable: "a short story, typically with animals as characters, conveying a moral." But our love for an animal has never been this profound. We love River. Griffin. Nyx. Liesel. Hyde. Bimini. Jasper. Booker. Lilly. Delta. Cooper. Zelda. Every animal that has come through here; and we will love every single animal that passes through here from this moment forward whether they stay a day, a year, or forever.
And yet, Fable.
We fawn over her every breath. We stare at her as she sleeps. I annoy myself with every status update or Instagram photo that I post about her, but I just don't care.
Perhaps it's our being in our prime child-bearing years that is making our hearts grow three times their normal size and our paternal instincts thrum like tribal drums.
Fable.
I fell deeply in love with the name and proceeded to fall deeply in love with the life that now bears it. And yet, for her, it is a misnomer.
Josh and I cannot imagine this story ending here.
We decided not to let it.
Perhaps we are crazy. In some ways, we know we are. But this is life for us now. It's furry and mysteriously damp and you teach yourself not to smell it. But this is our life.
And it's beautiful.
And it's epic.
epic: "a long film, book, or other work portraying heroic deeds and adventures or covering an extended period of time."
Fable Tibbs: Born August 19, 2014 -
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