People often say that second children may get less attention than their older siblings, but in our household, it seems our first child—our furry companion—is the one feeling the squeeze. Five years ago, we welcomed a fluffy, 30-pound Sheltie mix named Bella into our lives. She quickly became our cherished pup, treated like the queen of the castle. We pampered her with gourmet bones, organic treats, and even chewable toothbrushes. Bella enjoyed regular trips to the dog park, attended doggy playdates, and participated in ridiculously cute doggy Easter egg hunts (yes, I really did that).
Our adorable princess slept beside us, lounged on the sofa, and received endless belly rubs. But everything shifted when a tiny 10-pound baby boy came into the picture. Suddenly, Bella was no longer the center of our universe. Treats became scarce, dog park outings dwindled, and those cherished belly rubs became few and far between. Our sweet dog transitioned from being the star of the show to a supporting character in our family drama. It’s not that our love for her has diminished—she will always hold the title of our first baby.
I feel a twinge of guilt for the attention she’s missed out on, yet I’m unsure how to make things right. So, here’s my heartfelt apology to Bella, my furry friend, as I navigate this new chapter in our lives.
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First and foremost, I’m sorry, Bella. I know you didn’t see this coming. You probably assumed you’d always be the center of our universe. Perhaps I should have shown you movies like Lady and the Tramp to prepare you for this shift. This change is a normal part of family life, but you will always be our first child, even if we can’t spoil you with fancy dog treats from the boutique anymore. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive us.
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I realize that you’ve felt neglected these past couple of years. Your walks around the neighborhood and playtime have been cut short. You’ve received fewer toys, and I’m especially ashamed of that time we forgot to let you outside for an entire 12 hours, resulting in a bladder infection. I’m truly sorry about that. To be fair, our baby was only a month old, and I was so sleep-deprived that I couldn’t remember your bathroom schedule. I know that’s not an excuse—please forgive me.
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Thank you for your remarkable patience as you navigate your brother’s antics. It takes a saintly amount of restraint to deal with toddler hair-pulling and the occasional eye-gouge (don’t worry, we’re working on correcting that!). You seem to instinctively understand that this little bundle of chaos is your sibling and important to us, which is nothing short of amazing. Your patience is greatly appreciated.
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I also want to thank you for being such a good sport during our family photo sessions. Your willingness to rest your head on our son’s back was a sweet touch, even if some of the shots were a bit undignified. Your cooperation means a lot to us, and I’ll do my best to remember to grab you a tasty bone the next time I’m out (but let’s be honest, I’ll probably forget amidst the chaos of parenting).
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Most importantly, thank you for embracing your new brother. You didn’t have to welcome him with open paws, but you did, and that’s a testament to your loving nature. Living with a toddler may be a challenge, but we’re committed to providing you with love, shelter, and (though inconsistent) belly rubs.
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In summary, while our family dynamics have changed, my love and appreciation for Bella have not. She will always be a treasured member of our family, and I hope we can find a way to balance our time and affection between our furry friend and our new arrival.