It really wasn't all that long ago that we moved in together. We had practically just met. I didn't know what to expect. I'll admit, I was nervous. There was so much to consider. But once we were together, it honestly all seemed so "natural," like it was just meant to be. Looking back on our first year, things actually went along pretty smoothly as we got to know one another. I think we had and still have a great time and genuinely enjoy being together. Of course not everything has been perfect. There have been a few hiccups and a few things to work out along the way. But I can honestly say we've worked through it, and we share a close bond.
I guess in all the time we've been together, I've just forgotten that it should be made official. I've no doubt whatsoever that some people think we already are "official," and will be surprised to find that we weren't. I'll admit, this is all my fault, because I didn't see the importance of it. But "the powers that be" have insisted on it. They are right.
So, after nearly two years of living together, Cissy is now an "official" adopted member of Golden Pines. Her adoption fee and contract to the rescue has been filled out, and mailed.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
A quite week for us, that for me, was a welcomed respite.
I was somewhat concerned when I got back from Kentucky and Gus was having a bit more trouble getting around and needed more help getting to his feet. The snow hasn't made it any easier for him. Even though I had labeled and organized all the pills for the dogs before I left, because I left in a bit of a rush, I didn't get the chance to refill a couple of them before I left town. With all that was happening while there, I forgot all about them.
I'd also forgotten to include Gus's daily supplements, so he was not given those while I was out of town. Now nearly a week later, Gus is back on all his medications and the supplements. Thankfully today he is getting up and around much easier and is even following us around the house.
|~Todd and Josh, "if we come in, will we get a treat?"~|
|~Gus wrapped in a warmed towel after being outside in the cold~|
That has our day ending on a good note.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
|~Stopped for an accident~|
It may have been a rock-bottom moment, but another hero would arrive. A young man would come and with a shovel in hand he dug me out. I told him my story and he told me that he worked at a hotel that accepted dogs. He'd just gotten off work, and knew that they had 3 rooms left for the night. In about 20 minutes I was checking in to the local Howard Johnson's. Sheba and Charlie were ecstatic to be out of the car and romped and played in the freshly fallen snow. Back in our room I fed them what little dog-food I had and warmed my cold wet feet in the tub.
We were soon all settled in and were asleep by 9. The next morning, I fed a hungry Sheba and Charlie oatmeal from the breakfast bar. Letting my fingers do the walking through the phone book I found an opened repair shop where we made new dog-loving friends who gave Sheba and Charlie lots of attention, and even offered to get them food. By 10 o'clock with a brand new tire, I was on the road again with sunshine and clear roads!
|~Sheba and Todd playing in the snow today~|
Thursday, February 19, 2015
It was a perfect day for traveling and unseasonably warm for February.
I would get them both settled in and my youngest brother and I were off to the hospital. A heart attack along with complications from a diagnosis given in late December of pulmonary fibrosis gave my brother who was just a little more than a year older than me, very little chance of survival. I would spend a couple of hours at the hospital and leave to get some much needed sleep at the home my two brothers shared. My youngest brother works nights, and I'd just barely gotten to bed when a call from the hospital would come telling me I needed to come back to the hospital right away. By the time I got there 20 minutes later, they had been able to stabilize my brother. A long day of ups and downs would follow.
The arrival of my oldest and another younger brother and his wife was a reminder of the importance of family. We would tell stories, laugh and reconnect with one another and share our grief. A blur of days filled with kindness from family and old friends along with unexpected random acts of kindness from strangers was humbling.
The day of my brother's funeral was cold and gloomy. I would give my brothers eulogy being reminded of how fragile and short life can be. And that even though my brother had made his share of mistakes and had bumps and stumbles, he got back up and tried to persevere. I would make the joke that in going through his belongings afterwards, that "I knew more about my brother than any sister ever should ever know about her brother!"
My brother John and I hadn't always gotten along. We had our share of disagreements. Maybe because we were so different. Maybe because we were so close in age. Maybe because we were siblings. Maybe it was all of those reasons.
|My favorite childhood photo of my brother John and me, circa 1965|
I know this grief and the ache of the loss of my brother John will dull as the days pass and life goes on without him. But I will always miss him -- Because he was my brother.