I do not call myself a Dog Mum.
People find it strange that I don’t give myself this title, and neither does my partner. It was never a conversation that we had or an active decision we made when Rufus first entered our lives. But, when people referred us as Rufus ‘parents’ or his ‘Mum’ or ‘Dad’. We just looked looked at each other and awkwardly smiled at each other thinking I have no idea how to comprehend it.
It was a weird thing that just never, ever sat with us right. Pottering around the house, if we tell Rufus to go to either of us, we’ve always used our own names. It’s something that I’ve tried and I’ve always found quite strange that it has never sat naturally with me.
I don’t call myself a dog Mum because, well, Rufus has a Mum. I met her and she’s a westie called Ginger who lives in Cambridge. I didn’t bring him into the world and care for him for those precious 12 weeks of his life. No, I was the complete stranger who took him away from his Mum. In my eyes, I can’t have that title because I have never experienced being a mother and I’m pretty sure if I were to become a mother, my child wouldn’t have 4 paws and a tail.
I cannot call myself something I am not. So, what can I be to this little ball of fluff who follows me around?
Firstly, I am his friend. It’s that intense friendship when you’ve found someone you really, really like and want to spend every moment with. I’ve experienced friendship and I know that he is my best friend in this world. There’s this beautiful friendship between Rufus and I; we’ve helped each other more times than I can remember. When I broke my arm, he laid with me every single day keeping me warm and making me feel less alone. He makes me laugh every day without fail. When I went through one of the darkest periods last year, he sat with me, bought me joy when we went outside and played. He was just himself and being surrounded by that positive friendship helped me more than I can ever say.
He’s also a huge part of our little family and I have always called him family. Both of us love and care for him and we try to provide him with the best life that I possibly can. Because that’s what you do for family; you give them the best that you can and create happiness surrounding that member. Rufus very much accompanies us on most things that we do; visiting family up North, family events, days outs and trips to the pub. To be honest, there’s not a lot that he isn’t a part of.
Call me strange for feeling all weird about it but it doesn’t mean Rufus is any less loved in our home. Call yourself what you will to your dog, in the end all that truly matters is that they are loved, cared for and happy.