Friday, January 6, 2012
I noticed these hidden black-eyed Susans down in the ditch on a walk with Sheena. They weren't visible from a car on the road. It was a warm August 18, 2011, morning. I didn’t expect to see such a pretty setup for the photographer in me. As I snapped the flowers from several angles with my cellphone, Sheena got to sniff in the ditch and smelled something interesting. She dropped straight down on her nose, rear in the air rooting for whatever the item was. Knowing her, it was a gopher because there was a gopher hole near by. It’s a wonder that poor farmer had any crops at all, what with all the different animals Sheena and I saw on our walks. I could tell she enjoyed rooting in the dirt and being a dog. We both were “in the moment” for those few minutes and forgot our problems.
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It's the little things that make all the difference. Lovely post!
ReplyDeleteI know how hard it is to lose a beloved dog. I was crying only last night thinking about the dog I lost to bone cancer two years ago. I don't cry for her very much anymore, but sometimes, it hits me again.
ReplyDeleteI have a picture of your Sheena up at my website that you sent a couple years ago. She has a very knowing look as if she understands what you're thinking. :-)
We adopted a little black kitten that we named Skeeter. After about six weeks he was diagnosed with FIP, something I'd never heard of even though Skeeter was our third cat. He lasted only a week after his diagnosis, and watching a little kitten suffer and die was horrible. Fortunately, he only seemed to suffer a couple of hours before he died. But he grew weaker before that, which was so sad. A month later we adopted another kitten, who is doing well, growing and getting big. But the first couple of weeks with Tigger I was very nervous, watching for FIP symptoms. Very hard losing an animal.
ReplyDeleteSandy we buried Jim a month ago today. I had a sleep study scheduled for today but I postponed it. I'm not wanting to have it done but maybe by 29 Jan I will be more agreeable to it. I was ok with it for months even did the consult finally. Then today I woke up at 7 am stuffy headed then it started draining and I couldn't stop coughing. So I decided no not today. Then I thought about Jim and tears began. I lay back down for a while and dreamed about him we were at the funeral home together and I had started smoking again. (Bad plan) Then we went home where I have no idea but he and I were standing there side by side looking in this refrigerator for what we could fix for dinner. Anyway next thing we were walking down the street I think we might have been going to eat he had on the clothes he was wearing when he died but he was barefooted. I think my sister woke me up not intending to but she did lol.
ReplyDeleteVery sweet, Sandy!
ReplyDeleteHi Callie, Thank you for posting on my blog. I lost a beautiful black cat to kidney disease years ago, his name was Rascal. My husband bought him for me for our first Valentine's day together in 1973. I was devastated also. If the Vet hadn't wanted to close the hospital for some reason I can no longer remember, I think Rascal wouldn't have died the day he did. We could have saved him and had him a few more years. But I think God had other plans.
ReplyDeleteKathy, what a beautiful dream! Mixed up of course, but you had him with you for a few minutes. I dreamed of my grandmother and father for years after they died. My grandmother was angry at me in one of them and her face had an evil look that scared me when I woke up. Never did understand that one! I think God may give us dreams with the one we lost so our grief won't be quite so bad when we wake up.
ReplyDeleteOh, Karin, I totally understand and my condolences on your loss. I cried the other night, too, for Sheena. I hadn't cried for several days. It seems to hit me at the oddest times. I started at Taco Bell that night but held it off until bedtime. Did you have any little times with your dog that were like little gifts of being in the moment?
ReplyDeleteWhat a beauiful idea this blog is, Sandy and what beautiful pictures too. (I saw your link to this blog on teh WRP loop). I too lost a little bitch, and several other beloved dogs over the years, each one special and different and each one a precious memory in my heart. My little bitch contracted an infection of the uturus at fourteen years and had to be put to sleep, and I was wracked with guilt that I hadn't had her spayed, but someone who'd lost their bitch to cancer of the womb AFTER they'd had her spayed, so you just never know. Don't feel guilty, just think of all the wonderful times you and Sheena had together and the love you gave each other. She knew how much you cared for her. It's heart breaking to lose a trasured animal but I love the idea of'gifts from God' to ease the pain. This is a saying I read somewhere that always hels me when I feel tears welling up for my animals that have gone 'over the Rainbow Bridge'. 'God takes each animal that arrives in Heaven and places it gently on an angel's lap' (Not sure how that works for horses though, but I love the sentiment.)
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Lyn
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