Today, I downloaded my pictures, sat down and sent that email. Chance, welcome to the family. You've been in it for awhile, but I think it's time I allow you to be noticed as a part of it. Some would say you have big shoes to fill. I thought about saying that. But you don't. You'd never be able to fill those shoes...or paws.
My blog is free flowing...lately gardening but you never know what you'll find me pondering. And I digress frequently. I have a love for plants, nature, animals (especially my dog), family and friends. I am interested in any and everything, and I love, love, love living in Florida. To borrow the description of Cannon Ball from some of our dear friends, my home is Jumangi, complete with birds at the entrance and plants everywhere. Enjoy.
Monday, September 15, 2008
A Somber Reminder
I have a very dear friend who asked me to send her a picture of Chance. Chance is the new puppy. He came into my life at a time when I was on the fence about letting another furball hang around. I lost Charlie tragically in February, and I still am not over it. People probably thought I shouldn't have gotten a puppy when I did, but I am home, and have time to train a dog to enjoy the house without destroying it. I know I can never replace Charlie, and I'd trade almost anything to have him back...but that sadly, will never happen. There's not a day that doesn't go by that I don't quietly say his name and have tears well up in my eyes. Some days, it's so hard, I break down and really boo-hoo. I've always had a special place for animals in my heart. They make better friends and companions than people do. But, Charlie, he was special. He was my only friend for a very long time, my only family member in a strange place...he was so much more, but it hurts to write it, so I will save my tears for another day.
Today, I downloaded my pictures, sat down and sent that email. Chance, welcome to the family. You've been in it for awhile, but I think it's time I allow you to be noticed as a part of it. Some would say you have big shoes to fill. I thought about saying that. But you don't. You'd never be able to fill those shoes...or paws.
Instead, you have your own big paws, and just as Charlie had a purpose in my life. He taught me some of the most valuable lessons I've ever learned. You have a purpose, too. Together, we'll find it. So, all of my bloggers, meet Chance. It's a fate chance that I met him. And I would like to think he's offering me a chance to watch over another doggie.
Today, I downloaded my pictures, sat down and sent that email. Chance, welcome to the family. You've been in it for awhile, but I think it's time I allow you to be noticed as a part of it. Some would say you have big shoes to fill. I thought about saying that. But you don't. You'd never be able to fill those shoes...or paws.
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4 comments:
aaaww, he is adorable -- can't wait to meet him! you know, i lost my Maggie last december, and it hurts as bad 10 months later as it did that night. i think our connection with animals is part of the connection between us
i think you're right. and the fact that we commonly know everyone not from ms is a boob.
Brando, he's so cute...you know I have had trouble with the loss of my sweet Suey as well...and one day, I'll be brave again to get another, but I know exactly how you feel. I love you and miss you even more!!
Hey Brando,
I think he is adorable! As for knowing and sharing your pain, I do. You know I lost Tiny~Pup almost 3 years ago, and she still rides shotgun in the pickup. {One of these days, I am going to get stopped and the cops are going to search my truck, and think I have lost my mind or that I am trying to transport illegal substances, when they open her cask of ashes in the side door.}
I am still learning to let anyone (2 or 4 legged) into my heart. So I can understand. Here is to new joy, new friends, and more love in your life than you can stand. MommaEarth
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