I have been thinking a lot about my attachment to mycorgi.com lately. Did you know that I check in here before I check Facebook? That I cry sometimes because a member has to say goodbye to the corgi in their life whether it is due to death or changing fortunes. I am afraid to look at some of the posts of corgis needing home because it just is so painful. I chime in on everything because I just want the poster to know that someone is listening and cares. Why does the activity here affect me so?

I think I have decided that this feels a little like family. I am sad when you are sad and I listen to your stories even when I know it will upset me. I am happy for all of the new puppies even though I sometimes wonder if the owners are ready (just like I am when some of my actual family shares that they are pregnant). I think about you as your send your dogs over the rainbow bridge because I know how much it hurts.

I have loved this connection through good and bad. My family has started to wonder that I don’t need a hobby. I asked a friend if she thought that people who own Miniature Schnauzers or Boxers have a site like this and feel the same connection. We decided that corgi owners are the ones who are a rare breed. They are full of love and never afraid to laugh at themselves. They are able to see the strength and beauty when others just see size. They are tolerant of less than perfect behavior and wild amounts of shedding. They are willing to lift someone up while they might be down themselves.

Thanks for showing up here day after day. Thank you for being willing to share your stories and your time.
Your friend,
Cindi (and Twinkie)