Good-Bye to Our Spirited Girl Lily

For a few weeks I knew that our girl Lily was not doing well. She was struggling to get to her feet, her appetite was off, and I could see that her fun and very effervescent sparkly spirit was fading. 

~My favorite photo of Lily ❤ ~

As always, I feel like we are accompanying them on their life's journey and we let them set their own pace. On Tuesday morning, I knew it was time to say goodbye to Lily. 

Lily came to us in March of 2023 from an overwhelmed working single Mom of 2 young girls. I reread the email that she sent to the rescue, and my heart still goes out to her. I hope she's been able to find the needed balance in her life.  

Hello, I am inquiring about giving up my golden retriever. This is really hard to even inquire about as I don’t want to give her up, but she is being neglected from love and care that I know she deserves. She is 11 years old. She can barely go up the 3 steps to outside.....  She was my world for about 5 years, then I had kids. Now I’m divorced and a single mother. I don’t have money to take her to the vet, for medications, even to have her groomed. I am too busy to brush her, to love her, to care for her. I am too busy. I barely have enough time to see my kids as I work full time. When I am home, I don’t want to see the dog I want to see my kids. I feel so badly for her. She has arthritis so she needs medication probably, that I can’t afford. She is disheveled, overweight, and never taken on walks. I am so guilty about all of this. She does deserve better.

Lily did struggle with two bad knees that made her getting around a challenge. And, as if that wasn't enough, in the fall of 2023, she was diagnosed with a form of leukemia. She was taken to the holistic vet and we started giving her two different Chinese herbs to boost her red blood cell count and overall health. 

They herbs worked for Lily. Her last visits to see the holistic vet showed improvement and gave us an extra year and-a-half with her. 

Birthday celebrations with Lily! 

Despite what may have been going on on the inside, Lily's bright spirited soul and her ever constant smile and quirky personality always made me smile and laugh even on my hardest days -- She really did the silliest things....🥰 But I am beyond grateful that we had the chance to share our lives with Lily and to know and love her-- And I'm equally grateful and thankful to the rescue for always being there for dogs like Lily and providing for their care no matter what their diagnosis. 

It's 4 days since Lily left and of course I really miss her. I miss hearing her opinion and howling at all hours of the day and night. I look forward to the day when she can tell me some of those things I tried but just didn't understand, when we meet again at the rainbow bridge. (Photo below, the day we met)

Max Arrives at Golden Pines

With losses always seem to come additions. And we have a new one at our house. This past week we welcomed another Max to Golden Pines. 

~On our way home!~

Max turned 14 years old in December. He was given up by his family because they felt that their move about 800 miles away would be too much for him --they even considered euthanizing him. But they instead contacted the rescue. With only 2 days before their move, there was a little bit of a scramble to get Max picked up. And since I live just over the border of West Virginia from where Max lived, and I was available, I had no problem agreeing to take Max temporarily until another foster home can be found. ~I know, I know, "temporarily" is something I've said before.  🥰

Max is a really nice boy. But on Tuesday night when I finally got him home, he was really nervous and shaking. We put off the intros to his new packmates and settled him into our spare bedroom for the night, and for Wednesday when I was at work. It's now Friday and he's still unsure about everything, but is doing well as we're slowly getting him used to the rhythm of our household.

Of course I don't know what this chapter of Max's story will be, or where it will be spent. He does have a few concerns as far as his health is concerned. But until all that is sorted out, Max is just fine with us - And I can't help but grin because we now have a Jack, a Jack-Jack, and Max and a Max. How confusing is that for these four boys? 😊

My Brown Eyed Brother

You all are the best! Thank you to those who stopped by to check on us, and see how we were/are doing. Honestly, I think about blogging every day. And your checking on us gave me the needed nudge to get a post that I've been thinking about, written and posted. 

I will start by saying that I feel very lucky, and blessed. I'm grateful for my blogging friendships, and for my friendships that I have in my life. I'm also grateful for my family, in particular, my brothers. I was reminded of that when my oldest brother Steve passed away a few weeks ago. I do not have a sister, only brothers - Two of which have now passed away. With each of my brothers, throughout my adult life, I have been lucky to have different, but good, continued relationships with each of them. But of my 4 brothers, my oldest brother Steve was the one I was the closest to for years. I think it was because we were very much alike - It even became a family joke that it was because we both had brown eyes like our dad, while my other brothers had blue eyes like our Mom. 

Because Steve and I liked and disliked many of the same things, we always had great fun when we got together. He worked hard at his job with a commercial printing company, working 3rd shift which lent itself to our talking on the phone multiple times during the week while he was going home in the mornings, and I was on my way to work. Unfortunately that changed when his health started to decline during the holidays. It became very difficult for him in a lot of different ways. But I did my best to stay in touch and be a cheerleader for him. Some days I felt like I succeeded, other days, I know I didn't. 

I'd hoped to go to Florida to visit my brother to try and lift his spirits. A friend who travels to Orlando regularly told me how it could be done in a day, for less than $200. She knew it all, right down to where to park at "Dulles International Airport."  The plan was to leave early morning, fly nonstop, arrive by lunch time, spend the afternoon with my brother (and catch up with my sister in law) in the hospital, and take the last flight home in the evening and be home by 11 o'clock. I was all in and bought my ticket. Sadly my brother passed away the day before I could put that plan into motion. 

I am of course heartbroken at what is a sad loss for our family. But within my grief is my gratitude and thanks for having four good, kind, caring men to call my brothers. I love being their sister. And I'm grateful for my two younger 'blue-eyed brothers' that cheer me on when I'm feeling down, up or anyway in between - Just as I try to do for them when they need it. Together we have shared the loss of our oldest brother. I know this grief and the ache of this loss will ease for the 3 of us as life goes on without Steve as part of it.  But we will always miss him because he was our brother.

Thank you again friends for thinking of us! Your checking in gave me the needed nudge I really needed to get this post written. It wasn't easy because I just wasn't ready to share another loss that is felt deeply and personally. But I feel better having shared this with you, and I am looking forward to telling you our new-news.  Stay tuned! 

A Snow Day!

We were treated to one of my most favorite things last week. A snow day. I always find myself wishing for them - I missed out on snow days as a kid because I grew up on an Army post, and our schools were never closed -- but we were always so hopeful! 

~Ree~

So now, as an adult, I obsessively watch the weather reports, totally consumed with excitement and hoping for the projected snowfall total to increase. The magic of a snow day has truly outlasted my childhood—I feel it as strong as I did when I was a kid. 

~Milo, really loves the snow!~

So, when we got the snow - about 6 inches - that was predicted, I got to stay home from work! And so of course I pulled out my snow boots, and mittens, and the dogs and I played in the yard. And below, you can see that Jack-Jack (Pony) played with my mitten. 

I felt the magic of a snow day span through decades, and land in my lap. 

~Enjoying the snow, Lily (front), Daisy and Jack-Jack~

I savored it as long as I could.

~Daisy~

Because it was back to work the next day. At least our parking lot was plowed. --Can I confess I was hoping it wouldn't be? 

But I'm hopeful for another one ...... Sooner rather than later, which may come on Sunday. Stay tuned! ❄

~Jack-Jack aka Pony~