The colours of Christmas

Red – tomato. White – onion and garlic. Green – jalapeno, cilantro, lime (the juice of several limes). Sum = home-made salsa.

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2017 was a good year for Faye and I. we have many things to be grateful for. We have our health. A snug home. Work we are nicely compensated for. Three good dogs in pretty good health. Family and friends.

I want to wish each of you, my readers, a safe and very pleasant Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, winter solstice, the season/event you choose to celebrate. Thank you very much for making time to making time to read, view, comment. I hope to continue making this place worthy of your time.

Honoured

Fitzi is illuminated, honoured, by a shaft of sunlight.


Wednesday is my scheduled day off from posting. I did not post last night, so this is a catch-up.

I may post irregularly for the next several weeks. Life intervenes. My next post may be tomorrow, or Friday, or another day. I encourage you to stay tuned, to check in.

Thank you to my WordPress readers who think enough of my work to make the time to click ‘Like’, to those of you who follow me; and to my FB readers who make time to read, like, comment. I’m honoured, and deeply grateful.

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A journey ends, a journey begins

My journey with Stella has ended – in one way.

I prefer to not share all of the details of how and why. They are between me and Faye, Stella, our vet, and the Knower of All Things. It’s enough to say we are blessed with a vet who came to our home and helped us let go, with Stella’s head in my lap.

I adopted her over 13 years ago, discovered a new and deep sense of purpose. We learned from and trained one another. We prospered through the years of Avis and Moonpie becoming senior dogizens, being adopted by Corndog. We met Faye and I gained another new purpose. Someone to love and be loved by.

We let go of Moonpie, Avis, Corndog, and gained a new four footed companion – Achilles.

We moved to a new life, a new country, met new dogs – Rex, Kendal, BoJo, fosters Charlie and Lucy – and let go of them. Achilles is still here. We met yet another foster, Fitzi, and he has stuck. He’s the right dog at the right time.

I hope that Stella had a full life. Some people might have done more to keep her here longer. I believe it’s better to let go a day too soon, while she still had dignity, than a day too late.

I’m sad – for me and for Faye. Among the bargains I made when adopting her (that anyone makes when they adopt a dog or cat) was that I’d probably outlive her.

My sadness is tempered by gratitude for having years together, learning from and about one another. Deep gratitude to the family who trusted me enough to let me adopt her.

I don’t believe in the Rainbow Bridge. This isn’t a criticism of those who do believe, only a statement that I don’t believe. I don’t believe that Stella or any (every) dog I’ve owned will rush to greet me at the Bridge. She has too much good stuff to do, to spend eternity at my side. She’s too busy power-chasing squirrels and keeping them honest. There are too many rivers, lakes, and ponds for a duck wearing a dog suit to swim in. And that’s fine.

A journey ends, a journey begins. Stella is no longer here yet she is here – in my memory, head, heart, and soul. So she lives on.

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Looms

On weekend mornings, Faye and I lounge in bed, enjoying coffee, reading or surfing. The dogs are welcome to join us. Fitzi joined us this morning and Faye took this photo. Fitzi looms large in our lives in more ways than the obvious one. We are very grateful he is here.

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Grey

Grey clouds dominate a late January landscape.

I try to be grateful for this season’s muted colours. I’m forced to look more closely to find beauty now and will be more appreciative of the colours of late winter and spring blooms.

Wishing you a good Wednesday. I will be back Thursday.

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Gratitude

I felt grateful today. It’s a blessing to live in a place where having a car isn’t  absolutely necessary to run many errands that need running. Instead of needing to drive to the post office, dentist’s office, ATM, library, grocery store, the hardware store, and more destinations, I can choose to drive or I can walk. I can certainly walk more yet can choose to walk, which is a choice that many people do not have. I love living in my little town.

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