I get a text this morning, shortly after arriving at work, from my son. It would seem we have a new addition to our family, in the way of a new furbaby. Her name is Atka, meaning “guardian” or “guardian spirit”. Ironically, upon further investigation of the name, it’s also said to mean, “soul of the last family member who died”. Both my son and I were caught off guard with that.
The last family member to pass was my mother and she was a HUGE dog lover. I told him it was a sign they happened to get her and pick the name they gave her. He didn’t know about the other meaning and could only say, “damn”.
I know everyone doesn’t believe in signs. I happen to and they really have guided me along the way. I made sure my son knows I am expecting constant pictures as she grows in the gorgeous Siberian she is destined to be.
My solider son, our country’s protector, now has his own guardian. I find comfort in that, esp. with him being 3,000 miles away from me.