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Chapters Unleashed: My Life with Migo

 

I remember someone once told me, 'Don’t dwell on your past—focus on the present.' While I appreciate the sentiment, I’ve come to realize that my past is an inseparable part of who I am. In this blog, while I emphasize openness to exploring new paths and embracing life’s surprises and blessings, I find it impossible to ignore the threads of my past. It’s deeply interwoven into my present and will likely shape my future. I can’t help but weave in stories from my past. It’s all connected—where I’ve been, where I am, and where I’m heading. So, here’s to honoring the journey, every step of the way.

 

Let’s rewind the story of my life a bit.  When I was married—despite the ups and downs of a rather turbulent union—my ex-husband and I genuinely wanted to have children. I thought, 'No problem there!' I came from a big family of six siblings (now five) and figured that surely, having children would follow naturally. My sisters’ families seemed to be proof enough: six kids here, four there, three over there. Fast forward to today, and I’m the proud aunt of 13 nieces and nephews, plus around 10 grand-nieces and nephews. And yet, life had its own plans for me—I was blessed with none of my own. It’s funny how life can turn out so completely different from what you envisioned, isn’t it?

 

I was always open to the gift of life and never relied on artificial or unnatural methods to control birth back in the day. Unfortunately, fate had other plans—it turned out I had pelvic tuberculosis, which formed what my doctor delicately described as 'cobwebs' around my uterus. Not exactly the kind of redecorating you want in your reproductive system! This condition made conceiving impossible.

 

After undergoing laparoscopy to clear out the problem, I recovered and my OB-GYN suggested I try Clomid—a medication often used to help kickstart ovulation and tackle infertility. It seemed promising, but my ex-husband, let’s just say, wasn’t exactly up for teamwork in the fertility department. Needless to say, I never got pregnant, and as time marched on, age caught up with me, my marriage unraveled, and life took a different turn. Fast-forward to today: I’m single, now well past the childbearing years, and after a total hysterectomy, the dream of having my own children is no longer possible. Life can be unexpected, but it’s also full of lessons, surprises, and blessings I never could have imagined.

 

Adoption once crossed my mind, but ultimately, I decided to welcome a different kind of baby into my life—a four-legged, tail-wagging one! During my marriage, my first 'fur baby' was a charming mix of Dachshund and Shih Tzu. He stayed by my side for 15 wonderful years, showering me with unconditional love and forming an unbreakable bond; his name was Fudgy.  Sadly, he passed away, leaving behind a paw-shaped hole in my heart.

 

But now, my new baby, Migo—a purebred Shih Tzu—has taken over that special place. He’s got the personality of a king and the cuteness to match. Let’s just say he runs the house, and I’m lucky if I get to sit on his couch.

 

Migo is a lively and spirited little companion—rambunctious yet incredibly endearing. He’s fiercely protective of me, barking at anyone unfamiliar, and sometimes even at people in the household, just to show his unwavering loyalty. While not everyone in the house might find this trait lovable, to me, he’s the most caring and expressive dog I’ve ever had.

During the quiet of the night, Migo becomes my steadfast protector. His presence gives me comfort and reassurance, taking away any fears of being alone. He’s not just a dog; he’s my constant source of love and security.

 

So, while I may not have been blessed with children of my own, my life is still rich with love. My wonderful nieces, nephews, and their children have brought incredible joy and connection to my world. Yet, there’s one special soul whose love speaks louder than any words ever could. He is my constant companion, my protector, my baby. He has filled a space in my heart that I thought would remain empty forever. For him, and for the unexpected blessings life has given me, I am deeply and profoundly grateful. He isn’t just a gift—he’s a reminder that love comes in many forms, and each one is a miracle in its own right.