Tag Archive | cats and dogs

Merry Christmas To All

My dear friends, it has been a dog’s age since I’ve written and I apologize for the delay. I haven’t been on for quite awhile so I’ve been missing all that’s been happening in your lives. I hope that you are doing well and that all are healthy and happy in your families. Please let me know how you’re doing!

In the meantime, I’ll give you an update in case you’re interested. Our dearest American Bobtail cat Tiffy passed away this summer. She had been an integral part of our family and a beloved fur therapy kitty. Honestly, we were all quite devastated when she began to decline in health, but it was age-related. Tigger, our rescue cat, stayed the course with us, snuggling when we were teary and making us laugh when needed.

We started talking about getting a puppy as my one son has wanted one since he was little. But it had to be the right one for us and even though he begged for a husky puppy, I wasn’t convinced that we would be able to handle that type of high energy. I always believe that animals come to us (and we to them) with the right timing. So I’d like to introduce Buster, our golden retriever puppy who is 11 weeks old. We got him right before Christmas so that everyone would be home to bond with him and to let him acclimate to our home in the best way possible.

Buster

If you had asked me in September if I were getting a Christmas puppy, I would have giggled, but here I am. Life always gives us opportunities to increase our joyful quotient and ours was in the form of a Golden Retriever puppy. So without further ado, welcome to our family Buster!

Shine On!

xo

Storm’s a brewin’

Lightning, Thunder, Stormy Seas…

The last few days I’ve been suffering from a migraine which usually means the barometer is changing and it has been.  We’ve been having some thunderstorms, rain, sun and unusual weather.  As I sit here writing this post, it’s intermittently been raining cats and dogs one minute, with thunderous clouds and loud, rolling thunder and then suddenly the sky switches to bright sunshine with the quiet roll of thunder in the background.  In fact, I feel like it’s like me these days…sunshine with a touch of raincloud followed by a bit of thunder.

But I digress because I wanted to post about change and how difficult it can be on the body, the mind and others around us.  I think this is where my inner and outer thunderclouds have originated.  I’m on a changing cycle I think and it’s a bit stormy here for me as I go through the changes.  I’m a bit daunted to be honest by the unknown ahead, but having delved into the unknown before, I am shoring up my courage to keep taking baby steps.

The outer thunder is just the careless roar of others which I can deal with although I’d prefer calm, sun-filled moments.  But that’s ok for me.  I’ve been through far worse.  The inner thunder is more treacherous to me and having experienced it before, it leaves me a little shaky these days.  Nothing like a touch of the unknown to scare me a bit.

I remember when I was first diagnosed, I was afraid to cry.  Imagine being afraid to cry!?  But I was afraid that if I started to cry, I’d never stop.  Now I know that sounds silly, but to me, it was perfectly logical.  I was unable to mourn the loss of my breasts because I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop crying about it.  So I held the pain inside until I almost burst.  Then a very dear friend told me not to be afraid to cry because eventually I’d stop…and those simple words, ‘eventually you’ll stop’ made all the difference in the world to me.  And the shift happened.

I cried for the loss of my breasts, for the time I spent in chemo, radiation, in hospitals, alone…I cried for the time I worried that I wouldn’t see my boys become teenagers.  I cried through sad movies, silly commercials and any true life story article or movie or book I could put my hands on.  It was like I needed that reason to cry and not the reason that I had in my own life and heart.  But through allowing those tears to escape me, I felt the weight of the sadness lifting from my soul and my heart.  It was when I allowed myself to cry, I was able to heal my heart and begin to take baby steps again.

It’s been a busy 8 weeks since my Dad passed and I’ve not had a lot of time to mourn the loss.  I know all about the grieving process having endured it when I had breast cancer 10 years ago.  I’ve been moving along through the 7 steps, only to stagger now.  But in the thundercloud where I am presently, it’s only fitting that a storm’s a brewin’ because I think many changes have occurred in the last 8 weeks of my life…and I just have to keep my thoughts on the prize of a sparkling rainbow!

Cheers to fears, tears and thunderclouds…

for they make the Rainbows that much sweeter!

xo