tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9811123759206139982024-03-13T21:20:03.792-07:00A Walk With DestinyThis blog is dedicated to the memory of my beautiful girl Destiny. She was an American Eskimo / Border Collie mix. She had been diagnosed with Chronic Renal Failure (CRF) in April of 2008, but had tenacity and a strong will and a love for life.... I thought perhaps sharing my story would help other 4-legged friends and DogMa's who have gone through the same struggles, heartache, and never ending love and adoration.Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-52777511243187443862013-05-05T11:40:00.001-07:002013-05-05T11:40:38.721-07:00Destiny and Derby - reunited ... <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dear Friends, <br /><br />It is with a sorrowful heart that I post that we unlatched Derby's leash and let him run eternally free on April 30th, 2013... I hope he has met up with his sister as they romp through the fields of the Rainbow Bridge... reunited in Paradise.<br /><br />Read more about Derby on my blog<a href="http://mycillyparadise.blogspot.com/2013/05/two-souls-reunited-romping-in-paradise.html#.UYalcsrdjlY" target="_blank"> Paradise Found... </a><br /><br />With grateful hearts for your paws of healing,<br />
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<br />Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-51752401016945284992012-06-23T12:16:00.000-07:002012-06-23T12:16:26.128-07:00Final Walk with Destiny<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RezV7mhdx3Y/T-YV7t_svZI/AAAAAAAAArg/sHl0F0bNQd0/s1600/P1020060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RezV7mhdx3Y/T-YV7t_svZI/AAAAAAAAArg/sHl0F0bNQd0/s320/P1020060.JPG" width="240" /></a>Please be my guest on my blog Paradise Found to honor and remember our girl Destiny, as we took a walk to all her favorite places. She is now and will be forever, the Angel of Angel Falls - the Queen of Ten Ass City. <br />
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http://mycillyparadise.blogspot.com/2012/06/our-final-walk-with-destiny.htmlMaine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-72531327447494292912012-01-15T16:20:00.000-08:002012-01-15T16:22:40.777-08:00Seventeen degrees below zero....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpHltCbfLI0/TxNjITAMMuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3wuXBbePU9I/s1600/P1000862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpHltCbfLI0/TxNjITAMMuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3wuXBbePU9I/s200/P1000862.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>My girl... tonight it is seventeen degrees below zero. It is the same damning temperature as it was three years ago tonight... the last night you were mine. Hard to believe it was three short years ago I was patting and hugging you. It was the last time I felt your warm breath, the rise and fall of your chest, and the last time I dug my fingers deep into your soft downey fur. <br />
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It was the last time I got to snuggle your face, play with your ears (which you always tolerated, but would flick in mild annoyance)... fuss over if you were warm, comfortable, pain free... was three years ago today.<br />
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I am reminded about our last bitter(sweet) cold night together as I pull on a sweater and hat, give a whistle, and JOY bounds out the front door in a furry package of a little White Sprite. Bounding and playing, frisking and jumping, I laugh at her antics because I can't help myself. The tears I held for you froze onto my eyelashes, and my laughter hung in the air in front of me.... suspended... pendulous, for a fleeting moment, almost like I could reach out and touch my guffaws .. and then on the breeze the frosty vapors faded away. I whistle again, and Lexi bounds back in the door, up the stairs, and into my heart. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #073763;">Don't cry because it's over... Smile because it happened ~ Dr. Suess </i></div><br />
Life, Lexi, and Love lives on .... even when it's seventeen below zero. Paradise is Found, Destiny my Dear... Paradise is now, Paradise is here. Love you always and forever...Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-3827974114438784242011-12-09T22:49:00.000-08:002011-12-09T23:04:30.506-08:00Grief, Interrupted...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BuLyc_BafOE/TuMA6CPNdFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/0r0-ybKRimw/s1600/P1010611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BuLyc_BafOE/TuMA6CPNdFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/0r0-ybKRimw/s320/P1010611.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>My sweet girl Destiny. This week I finally fulfilled my last earthly obligation to you... the financial matters of your medical bills. It took every resource I had left, and many sleepless nights, but this past Monday I sent via priority mail payment in full. "Destiny's Credit Card" is finally laid to rest.<br />
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And I have wept every day since as if it is the day I lost you.<br />
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Most people would be elated to pay off a bill. It would be such a relief to have the burden and the anxiety finally lifted off their shoulders. Celebration would be in order. For me, it's left a new sense of loss that is as fresh as the day I said goodbye. You see, my friend... I no longer have to take care of you. You ran free on January 16th, 2009. I finally got set free this week... and its an odd feeling that I just don't know what to do with. No more fretting... no more worrying... the treatments we started back in the spring of 2008 are finally ... finally finished. <br />
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In a way, I am grateful that I had the distraction of financial upset right after losing you. Losing my job four days after saying goodbye to you wasn't easy... but it gave me something to focus on. All my energy went into staying afloat - I had to press on. Now that urgency is gone, and my mind seems to want to time travel back and mourn you all over again. My grief was interrupted... <br />
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So, sweet girl, while my earthly obligation is done, rest assured I still haven't forgotten my promise to you of living out our adventures. Now that all the fretting and worrying has been laid to rest, I want to focus on new projects. My vision is to pay this experience forward, help other Dog-mas who are in need, who face either saying goodbye to their loyal companions or costly medical bills and are forced to choose. I don't know what steps I need to take to get there, but I know you will be guiding me on the trail.<br />
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Run Free...Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-16684250717586516752011-11-19T08:52:00.000-08:002011-11-19T09:23:58.514-08:00Its a Matter of Trust....I've been thinking about you so much lately. It was exactly 4 years ago today that you and I moved into our new little apartment to start our new life. You would have followed me anywhere... you trusted me.<br /><br />When you got sick, you also trusted me to take care of you. You knew I could do it. You had no idea the doubts I had in my mind when I agreed to the thousands of dollars worth of care that was to be administered to you. The doubt wasn't ever if you were worth it ... you were worth every penny, and more. I was just so fearful that I was doing the wrong thing, asking too much of you, putting you through too much. You trusted me and I trusted the doctors. We all trusted each other. With that trust, I signed an application for a Care Credit Card, and the people who extended me credit trusted I would pay them back.<br /><br />After spending three nights at the veterinarian hospital, you trusted me even more. Once you were home, you willingly laid down in front of me and let me inexpertly jab you with needles and patiently waited as sub-q fluids filled your skin. You also trusted I would always sing to you and give you a Frosty Paws ice cream as a treat when you were done. I trusted that you would get better, and you amazed me every day.<br /><br />For nine more months, you trusted me that I would help you live out your last days in dignity, you would be comfortable, and happy. On your last day you trusted me to carry you into the vets office, lay you down on a bed, and sing you to sleep one last time. <br /><br />Four days later, I lost my job. I was actually relieved that you were at rest, because at that time, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to support myself, let alone take care of you too. I always believed you somehow knew that, and left knowing I was going to be ok. You reassured me you Found Paradise.... and you trust that one day I will find it too.<br /><br /> The people who trusted me to pay them back the credit that was extended to me for your care still have not been paid in full, and are now taking me to court. You know more than any other soul on earth that I can be trusted to pay them back, and now I need to prove to a Judge that I am a person who does not irresponsibly rack up debt and shirk my responsibilities. I trust you will be there with me in spirit Destiny, giving me strength to plead my case. <br /><br />If I had to do it all over again, knowing the stress, anxiety, fear and worry I've had to go through with this debt hanging over my head... I would not change a thing... because the last nine months I had you with me, my sweet, sweet girl.... was worth it. Trust me.Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-37019002061780895632011-10-15T10:33:00.000-07:002011-10-15T10:36:25.442-07:00Our Adventures live on...This blog will remain as a memorial for my sweet girl Destiny, and I may update it from time to time... but I hope you friends will join us over at my new blog:<br /><br />Paradise Found:<br />http://mycillyparadise.blogspot.com/<br /><br /><br />Keep up on the day to day awakenings and discoveries of Destiny's human - Cilly, and the spunky antics of Lexi! Fulfilling my promise to my girl, our adventures live on....Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-59279701590466149542010-01-15T09:30:00.001-08:002010-01-15T09:32:33.696-08:00365 Days..<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/S1CmoY2PWRI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4K8WyZl6o4o/s1600-h/destiny+fields.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/S1CmoY2PWRI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4K8WyZl6o4o/s320/destiny+fields.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427020763776375058" border="0" /></a><br /></div><h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}">365 days from this Earth, my sweet girl. I imagine a time we are together again... frolicking through daisy peppered fields, laying on our backs and watching the clouds drift by... napping in the sun, and flicking butterflies from your ears. Explore Paradise well my girl, I want to see it all, and have you be my guid<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">e when I arrive. Find the best swimming holes to cool ourselves, the best rivers to fish, the most gentle fields to rest..the best trails to explore ... and in the meantime, our adventures live on in my dreams... my beautiful beautiful Destiny.</span></h3>Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-79323541908122627102009-12-12T19:31:00.001-08:002009-12-12T19:31:37.946-08:00Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas....or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hanukkah</span>, or Winter <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Solstice</span>, or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kwanzaa</span>... what ever you celebrate, take the time to appreciate the true spirit and nature of the season.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i4OuXCUA7c/SyROuKoftUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6vmZKrVMd2s/s1600-h/P1010613.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i4OuXCUA7c/SyROuKoftUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6vmZKrVMd2s/s320/P1010613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414539207041332546" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is a picture from the last Christmas I celebrated with my <a href="http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/">Destiny. </a>It was right after a big ice storm. My girl had been very ill for quite sometime- she had been diagnosed with Chronic Renal Failure in April, and she was living out her last days, being loved and cherished every moment I had her. It was a really stressful time for me. I was up with her every hour on the hour for weeks on end carrying her down my apartment stairs because she was so weak. I was administering sub-q fluids daily. She was on copious amounts of medication. She had stopped eating regular food, and what little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nourishment</span> I did get in her, I had to cook for her. I had spent all my extra money on her treatments, and I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wasn't</span> able to get my family and friends the presents I wished I could have gotten them. It just didn't feel like Christmas to me. I questioned my decision on even getting a tree, I mean, what was I thinking? Forty dollars on a tree when I can't even afford to get my family Christmas presents? But it was tradition... and I was talked into going. As I recall, my sister lent me the money.<br /><br />Yet on the day we went to get the family Christmas trees... an annual tradition we have carried on for years and years, Destiny trotted down the icy road with my nephew, she pranced around as we cut down the tree. She even picked out the tree by leading me straight to the ice encrusted tree... it gleamed and sparkled in the sun like diamonds. It was breathtaking.<br /><br /><br />Oh how I cherish this moment of sweetness I captured through my camera lens... and I often wonder what she was whispering in Santa's ear? What was on her Christmas list? What were her last wishes? Had she accomplished all she had set out to do in her life?<br /><br />If this was your last Christmas, what would you ask Santa to bring you? Surely the list would include things like more time with loved ones, more romps in the snow, more time to snuggle and watch the glimmering Christmas Tree.... more time to say I love you.<br /><br />You might wish for more time to complete tasks undone, but I have a feeling most chores would be easily laid to rest, your work here would be complete, and you would be allowed to focus all your heart and soul on what really matters - the ones you love.<br /><br />I remember decorating that Christmas tree. I remember Destiny watching as we hung each ornament. As we hung the ornaments on the tree, I noticed how beautiful each one was - I told Mike stories of where I got each ornament, or who gave it to me, or what year and significance each one had... it seemed each one had a story of someone I loved. I remember being overwhelmed and grateful to have that wonderful day with Destiny and my family. For that one day I had my girl back. She even ate a big bowl of chicken and rice that night. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hallelujah</span>! I have a feeling I know what she asked Santa for that day.<br /><br />The Holidays can be a stressful, overwhelming, busy, bustling and crazy time of year.... but take a moment - perhaps right now - to just be still. Watch your babies sleep in their beds. Take in the sights and smells of the season. Hold hands with your sweet heart. Say I love you to the people in your life who need to hear it. Practice a random act of kindness. Give thanks to your Maker for all the blessings in your life.<br /><br />And imagine what your life would be like if you did that every day.<br /><br />Have yourself - a merry - little - Christmas.<br /><br />Joy-Prosperity-AbundanceMaine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-2738286770662482162009-06-13T06:58:00.000-07:002009-06-13T07:24:57.596-07:00Packing....Hello my girl. I miss you today.<br /><br />I am packing for camp.<br />Checking off my to-do list, my to-bring list... I have so many things to do... trying to remember it all. But I have to take a moment. To Remember.<br /><br />You always knew what it meant when the tent, the sleeping bags, and all the other camping items were pulled out of storage. You would pace around excitedly. You would circle around the truck making sure I wouldn't forget you. Silly pup... I would never leave you behind!<br /><br />We would spend the morning making sure we had everything - the truck would be freighted and full... geez.. we are only going for a few days - do we really need all this stuff? Of course we do. We always do.<br /><br />Finally - I would look in your brown eyes - you would be shaking in anticipation... and I would say "Load up!" and you would SPRING into the truck - SO excited, so full of energy - so full of anticipation... you could hardly stand it. Its a long ride Des... settle down. You were content to sit with the windows open, the mountain air ruffling your fur, the permeating scent of pine nearly intoxicated us as we glided into the mountains. Remember?<br /><br />We would finally arrive to the Height of Land. Time to stretch our legs girl - time to say hello to the lake!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SjOyGDyJS3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/rbeBdthQMnk/s1600-h/mooselookmeguntic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SjOyGDyJS3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/rbeBdthQMnk/s320/mooselookmeguntic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346812999783500658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">You would bound from the truck, run to the edge of the road, and stand on a boulder - and suck in breathfuls of air... so joyfully, so full of anticipation.... and I would follow your lead ... I would take a deep breath... so joyfully, and another - so full of anticipation.... and another - and all the stress of the work week, the packing, the rushing and bustling to get where we were... washed away. <br /><br />C'mon girl, load up, lets get up to camp.<br /><br />Remember?<br /><br />I do.<br /><br />As soon as we arrived, you would leap from the truck and into the water .. and you paddled around until I got the tent set up, and all our things unpacked. <br /><br />Bliss.<br /><br />You would intently watch the squirrels, keeping one eye on me as I started a fire, and one eye on them because they are crafty suns-a-guns who liked to tease and taunt you. I remember the time you fell asleep and one little bugger sneaked right up on you. When you slowly opened your eyes you were nose to nose. I didn't know who was more startled - you or that squirrel. I do remember icing your head because you jumped up so quickly you whacked yourself on the picnic table and I swear I saw tweety birds circle around your head! That... depending on how hard you hit your head... you may not remember.<br /><br />I remember our long hikes. I remember feeling safe being out in the middle of the woods alone, but I wasnt alone - I was with you. <br /><br />So, I am packing for camp. The little one doesn't know what that means. She hasn't had the adventures yet, so she sits and watches as I pull out the camping items. I'm sure one day she will know, and she will learn to anticipate... but for now, it will be our secret. I am looking forward to showing her all our old places. Bald Mt, Kennebago River ... Angel Falls. I will tell her about you. I will tell her about all our adventures. I will always remember... and soon she will too.<br /><br />So... I'm packing for Camp Des.... Load Up! Silly pup... I would never leave you behind!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-42306572128680879072009-05-19T09:34:00.000-07:002009-05-19T09:50:23.621-07:00A letter from Destiny to Lexi.....Dear Sweet Lexi....<br /><br />Every day I watch you, and I smile. You have made yourself to home, and I am so happy you came into my Momma's life. You are just what she needed. Give her a kiss for me, watch over her, keep her safe, and know that you are the luckiest pup in the world.<br /><br />You have an amazing life ahead, Little One. You will go on so many adventures. Momma will keep you busy, happy and safe - make sure to always return the favor - I know you will.<br /><br />I visit both of you in your dreams. I watch over both of you every day. You only know of me because of what I left for you... the unchewed toys, the empty bed, the food dishes that Momma will always keep full of food and water - just for you. You know of my stories, Momma whispers to you the tales of our adventures, she strokes your fur as you fall asleep. You live out my Legacy. Sleep soundly Little One... you are in good hands.<br /><br />I am trusting my soul mate to you... I chose you. I know you have big paws to fill, but I will help you every step of the way. I am your Destiny too..... and with that, little White Dog, I leave you with the name - Lexi, Legacy of Grace.<br /><br />It is your time... time to run and play, cuddle and love, skip, jump, swim, fetch, chew, romp, dance.... its your turn.... and I delight in watching you. <br /><br />Little soulful brown-eyed girl - be well, play hard, sleep often, eat with gusto and delight - and love Momma with all your heart... and know that I am watching over you from Paradise.<br /><br />Love, your sister<br />DestinyMaine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-7934344569187854222009-05-10T07:33:00.000-07:002009-05-10T07:35:31.888-07:00Motherhood<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SgbmIUzXjUI/AAAAAAAAASM/vSDuN8gRvU0/s1600-h/baby+girl.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SgbmIUzXjUI/AAAAAAAAASM/vSDuN8gRvU0/s320/baby+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334203839364435266" border="0" /></a><br />A repost of one of my favorite poems...<br /><br /><br /><div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Motherhood</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><br /><br /></strong></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">All my friends have children now. Their biological clocks ticked them into a foreign world filled with bassinets and learning toys.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">A few feel sorry for me, the last remaining nullipara. But those who know me best, and know my girl, know we share similar motherhood joys. Regardless of our breed of babe, we're both obsessed with the quality and quantity of our tyke's bodily wastes. And we delight in little miracles, innocent presents retrieved from beach and woods, random kisses, implicit trust, unquestioning adoration.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">We teach, we spoil, we chide, we coax, we praise, we love our babies.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">How can you feel sorry for a mom whose child will never fall in with the wrong crowd, do drugs, or drop out of school? Dog moms are doubly blessed. Our boys and girls grow old, but never grow up.</span><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Taken from "Cooking with Dogs" by Karen Dowell<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-75161144844374946662009-04-25T06:39:00.000-07:002009-04-25T07:53:51.526-07:00One year ago....One year ago<br />I took a walk with Destiny<br /><br />The long winter had ended -<br />the day was gentle and warm<br />We were with new friends<br />It was a new start for us<br /><br />We were starting to break out of winter hibernation<br />free from the dreary walls<br />Out into a newly awakening spring<br />Out into a newly awakening life.<br /><br />One year ago... I took a walk with Destiny<br /><br />When we started out I had no idea<br />where the road would take us<br />where we would find ourselves<br />I had no idea ... but she did.<br /><br />She always knew.<br /><br /><br />Every step she took was deliberate<br />with purpose - with passion.<br />I learned a life lesson that day<br />Never take one moment for granted<br /><br />Not ONE.<br /><br />I was blessed. I took a walk with Destiny.<br /><br />Today I took a walk with a new girl<br />I told her about an old soul.<br />We silently reflected at the waters edge.<br />I gave thanks<br /><br />I told my new girl about the lesson I learned<br />and even though she is but a baby<br />she understood... but was puzzled<br />Why do humans have to <span style="font-style: italic;">learn</span> that lesson?<br /><br />When we already know.<br /><br />A roll in the dirt<br />a splash in the water<br />a romp in the fields<br />a bask in the warm sun...<br /><br />How silly I feel... she is so wise.<br /><br />It took me 35 years to appreciate<br />to touch, to love, to honor<br />to awaken.. to open my eyes<br />she knew long before her tiny eyes opened.<br /><br />We are not born alive<br />they teach us to live<br />if we take the time<br />to take a walk.<br /><br /><br />Is there someone you need to walk with today?Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-43738879689506948852009-04-03T16:24:00.001-07:002009-04-03T16:29:29.395-07:00THANK YOU STACI, ADDIE AND LUCIE<div>As you will read on Lexi's blog, she got a special package from <a href="http://raisingaddie.blogspot.com/">Addie and Lucie </a>and in the package, was a special present to me from Staci... </div><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sdabb5h4VHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6GgwzVyfm8g/s1600-h/P1020745.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320610913386517618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sdabb5h4VHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6GgwzVyfm8g/s320/P1020745.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">THANK YOU</p><p align="center">from the bottom of my heart...</p>Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-82458718176199376782009-03-25T16:30:00.000-07:002009-03-25T16:34:07.910-07:00Lexi has her own blog...Hello all you peeps and doggies...<br /><br />We are going to leave this blog open as a memorial for Destiny... and you can now follow the adventures of Lexi on her own blog...<br /><br />http://lexi-lexicon.blogspot.com/<br /><br /><br />Please join in the fun over there! She comes home Saturday - so lets all make her feel welcomed!! YAY!<br /><br />For those of you following on this blog, keep it on your blog roll. I will continue to post here when I need a moment to share and remember my girl Destiny. She will be forever in my heart, and she will always be my first love. Thank you to all my dear friends who read her blog and kept me going... and thank you for all your lovely comments and warm wishes - you helped me through a very tough transition. <br /><br />Thank you for allowing me this space - and thank you for all the wonderful support....<br /><br />XOXO - pats and belly rubs....<br />CillyMaine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-12585568026514324672009-03-15T20:10:00.000-07:002009-03-15T20:13:07.215-07:00YYYYAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!<div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >I just got this email from Amy - Lexi's foster mom!!!<br /><br />With<br />DDKFAL<br />"WL ...sorry, <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1237173063_0">LEXI</span> IS ON the keyboard right now trying to tell tjat you are approved to adopt her and she is very happy!!!</span></div> <div> </div> <div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;">Lexi is going to come home to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /></span></div>Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-36254089217076422912009-03-15T16:41:00.000-07:002009-03-15T16:47:57.374-07:00A good home visit...Today I was visited by Amy (not Lexi's foster mom Amy - another Amy - who lives here in Maine!) to do a home visit to approve my home for Lexi.<br /><br />From what I could tell - the visit went well. She got to meet Bruce, the chickens, my landlords, Derby and Mike. She got to see where Lexi will sleep -<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sb2S-MtMsbI/AAAAAAAAARA/kfWsxnNPbrY/s1600-h/P1010924.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sb2S-MtMsbI/AAAAAAAAARA/kfWsxnNPbrY/s320/P1010924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313564732627399090" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Where she will eat....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sb2Tb-DLsKI/AAAAAAAAARI/DFrDu-4rqto/s1600-h/P1010920.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sb2Tb-DLsKI/AAAAAAAAARI/DFrDu-4rqto/s320/P1010920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313565244089151650" border="0" /></a><br />And we showed her the walking path where she will be able to run and play....<br /><br />so all in all, it was a good visit, and I am hoping for good news soon!Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-32439516223595441992009-03-10T07:34:00.000-07:002009-03-10T07:41:08.372-07:00Our friends Addie and Lucie are having a Pawty!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SbZ7IOYMQYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/I6z399UyU9s/s1600-h/addie+and+lucie+party.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SbZ7IOYMQYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/I6z399UyU9s/s320/addie+and+lucie+party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311568191758811522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Addie and Lucie are celebrating their 200th post by donating dog food - here's what Addie had to say..<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:large;">To celebrate this momentous occasion, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Addie and Lucie are going to donate 1 pound of pet food/treats to the </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.tafb.org/calendar.html">Tarrant Area Food Bank</a> for each unique user comment posted on this blog entry.<br /><br /><br />Please go over and give pats and belly rubs to Addie and Lucie and tell them what good girls they are!!!<br /><br />http://raisingaddie.blogspot.com/<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br />On the Lexi adoption front - I was getting nervous because I never heard back from the home visit lady. They are all volunteers and extremely busy... but it was starting to make me wonder what was going on. I finally got an email yesterday expressing she was sorry - but she wasnt able to conduct the home visit because her son fell ill. I emailed Amy, and she said not to worry, we would get it figured out - she is going to try to get me approved via pictures and videos - so for the next two days, I will be taking LOTs of pictures of my surroundings. <br /><br />I may need some help from you technologically advanced doggies on how to upload videos!<br /><br />XOXO - be good little pups out there!!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/PRISCI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/PRISCI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" />Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-15418820282701799762009-03-09T07:44:00.000-07:002009-03-09T07:54:47.186-07:00Another sign!OK. Seriously folks, I can't believe this... this is getting too weird.....<br /><br />Saturday morning, I told Mike about a dream I had... We were walking through the woods with Derby and Lexi. A wild dog - a pure white wild dog - stepped into our path and scared us - Mike grabbed a stick to protect me and Lexi and Derby from this wild dog... then the dog just stared at us - and Mike lowered his stick... we all just stood and looked at each other for a moment, then the dog turned around and jogged off. It was weird.<br /><br />After I told him about my dream, we decided to go to the Mill Store in South Portland to get a dog food container for Derby. On the way, I was trying to explain to him why I felt so compelled about Lexi, and that this was the dog for me. My parents had sort of been weird about it, and some of my friends have expressed that it might be too soon. My heart is telling me the Universe wants me to have Lexi, and I cant wait to hold that little girl and call her mine. Finally, exasperated I said "You know what, I cant explain it to other people - so I won't"... and Mike said awkwardly (because he probably didnt know what else to say) "OK".<br /><br />So we go into this store - its full of unfurnished furniture and wooden artwork and stuff... and on a wall in the corner, I found this sign:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SbUs6iAhmpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xIHVyiAVcDw/s1600-h/P1010900.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SbUs6iAhmpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xIHVyiAVcDw/s320/P1010900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311200719626410642" border="0" /></a><br />My breath left me for a moment... then I grabbed the sign, ran over to Mike and exclaimed "SEE!!! Destiny WANTS me to have Lexi!!!!" and of course I bought the sign there on the spot.Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-52497780744182947932009-03-04T09:56:00.000-08:002009-03-04T10:11:55.541-08:00Applied for Adoption - Lexi !!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sa7BZ5uaHyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/r9QJ5Nk8Zaw/s1600-h/lexi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sa7BZ5uaHyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/r9QJ5Nk8Zaw/s400/lexi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309393661452754722" border="0" /></a>I know - I know - I wasn't going to look to get another dog until spring... until I got back from California... blah blah blah... but look at this face!<br /><br />I talked to Lexi's foster Mom for a looong time on the phone, and the more I learn about Lexi - the more I want to meet her.... no... strike that... the more I want to squeeze her, hug her, kiss her and give her snout kisses and belly rubs!!! (ok... I need to stay grounded here....)<br /><br />She is a German Shepard / American Eskimo mix (best guess) and she is about 9 mo's to a year old. From what I understand from her foster mom, Amy - she is a very GOOD girl. She fits in well with her pack-mates (Amy's dogs and fosters) and she loves to romp around outside and play in the snow.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sa7B90qPqCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/8hBzg05PUEA/s1600-h/lexi+snow+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sa7B90qPqCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/8hBzg05PUEA/s320/lexi+snow+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309394278568405026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sa7CeYB9xPI/AAAAAAAAAQg/sS6FmcMUoeE/s1600-h/lexi+snow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sa7CeYB9xPI/AAAAAAAAAQg/sS6FmcMUoeE/s320/lexi+snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309394837818950898" border="0" /></a>The adoption process has only begun - so I can't get my hopes up all the way - they have to call my references, and get the "ok" from my landlords (shouldnt be tough.. lol)<br /><br />I really LIKE the foster Mom Amy - her and I think alot alike when it comes to our dogs and how they should be treated - I love that. I love thinking that this little Lexi is being well taken care of in a loving home while she is awaiting adoption. <br /><br />So all you doggies out there - send some woofs and howls of good luck that Lexi might come home to live with me!Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-61452631502033130232009-02-15T06:30:00.000-08:002009-02-15T06:37:24.103-08:00PARADISE FOUNDYou remember these words - right? They were in a captcha phrase that popped up when posting a link to Destiny's blog on facebook. I was heartbroken for my baby that day - and those two words brought me love and peace from Destiny.<br /><br />Well, yesterday - right after I posted the Valentines day post for Destiny.... I was wiping some tears, missing my girl, and feeling rather sorry for myself that I didn't have her with me.<br /><br />But, it was Valentines Day, and Mike and I were getting ready to go to a Hawaiian themed dinner dance. He had two Hawaiian shirts in his closet, and asked me to get them out for us. So I went up the stairs to get ready, and went through the closet searching for the shirts. <br /><br />I pulled out a dark blue shirt with beautiful lilies and colorful flowers on it - and decided to check the size of the shirt.... and on the tag... was the name of the manufacturer who made the shirt.<br /><br />PARADISE FOUND<br /><br /><br /><br />Happy Valentines Day to you too Sweetheart... I Love you.Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-52447201018896094742009-02-14T13:41:00.000-08:002009-02-14T14:16:25.072-08:00HAPPY VALENTINES DAY<div><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Its no secret - Destiny was my true love... and I thought I would share with you a few things that were near and dear to her heart....<br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Destiny loved her cousin Louis ...</div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302775755394551938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SZc-dEfYkII/AAAAAAAAAOs/L3o2XNjg9kc/s400/peepers.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302772120994242354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SZc7JhS03zI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Bg2S9K4_-Wo/s400/2008%252005%252007_1467%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /> </p><div><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div><br /></div><p align="center">She loved ice cream...</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><div align="center"> </div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302779822073153234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SZdCJyDHhtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vxdQvr_HgKg/s400/destiny+ice+cream.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><p align="center">She loved swimming</p><div align="center"> </div><p align="center"><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302777303949652066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SZc_3NTsMGI/AAAAAAAAAPE/mx1titMP3Y0/s400/destiny+water.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302778002811008754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SZdAf4xONvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jCHgeugZzI4/s400/destiny+shake.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><p align="center"></p><p align="center">She loved going for rides in Momma's truck</p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302778420291769426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SZdA4MAZFFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/26epCNdojB8/s400/destiny+truck.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">She loved laying on the couch and watching Animal Planet<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302778815297045698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SZdBPLg_RMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Kf87K1n61ks/s400/destiny+tv.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><br />She loved running with the ocean breeze in her fur</p><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br /><br /> </p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302779189477158770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SZdBk9cer3I/AAAAAAAAAPk/kxmoAPD_hSs/s400/destiny+run.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p> </p><p>Which is what I imagine she is doing right now... :-)</p><p> </p><p>What or who do you love?<br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-40195498403371184232009-02-11T09:04:00.000-08:002009-02-11T09:14:14.557-08:00BRUCE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SZMFuj6eLyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fQGnfhYdTJM/s1600-h/bruce.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SZMFuj6eLyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fQGnfhYdTJM/s400/bruce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301587483817815842" border="0" /></a><br />Hi - I'm Bruce... I'm an Australian Shepard<br /><br />Abby was my bestest friend.... and I'm kinda lost right now without her. We spend our days zooming around the house. Zooom zoooooom zoooooooooooooom!!! She used to think it was funny to take my toys and run away, and make me chase her.... and chase her I would! I would chase her and chase her and chase her...<br /><br />what was I saying?<br /><br />I have one brown eye and one blue eye.. and so did Abby... I think that made us soul-mates.<br /><br />My humans tease me and say I'm a few milk-bones short of a box... but hey, what can a guy do?<br /><br />Was that a squirrel? <br /><br />Huh?<br /><br />So first Destiny, now Abby.... its getting pretty boring around here. There's got to be something to chase....<br /><br />The cats? Nah... they are boring...<br />The chickens? Nah - they just run back in their coop....<br />The kids? Oh... they are still in school.<br />I'd chase my tail... but I dont got one....<br /><br />Wont someone come and run and play with me?<br /><br />What's that? Play date with Derby? Ohhhh... that sounds FUN! Oh boy oh boy oh boy!Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-42762877434772807542009-02-07T18:30:00.000-08:002009-02-07T18:39:39.765-08:00Abby and Destiny are together again.....<img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/OWNER%7E1.MM-/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" />Abby's family helped her to the bridge today... she told them it was time to go, and with graciousness and love, they led her there... and Destiny was there to greet her and show her around.<br /><br />I remember when Destiny and I first moved into our apartment, and Abby and Bruce welcomed Destiny into their tight knit pack. Destiny was quickly accepted and loved by Abby and Bruce, welcomed into their home, onto their couch, and into their family... all I can imagine is Destiny is now returning the favor to Abby by welcoming her home, and inviting her into the pack with her and Zoe.<br /><br />It's hard to understand how a pup so young can go this way, and I suppose we will never know. It all seems senseless and unfair, until you realize that Abby's life here did have purpose, she added love and joy to a family, companionship to Bruce, and friendship to Destiny.<br /><br />Run free little Abber-dabbers. Say hi to my girl.<br /><br />To all that follow the blog - Lauren wanted to send out a thank you to all your prayers, support and love during this difficult time.<br /><br />Lauren - I love you, my heart is with you, and be sure to keep an eye out for a sign... I didnt think it was a "real thing" until Destiny sent me a sign that Paradise is Found.Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-40337888189943652022009-02-07T04:32:00.000-08:002009-02-07T04:42:56.389-08:00HeartbrokenAs you may have read, Lauren updated us on Abby's status. Renal Failure strikes again.<br /><br />Abby's prognoses isnt as promising as when Destiny was first diagnosed. Destiny's renal failure was slow and chronic - we were able to treat her with fluid therapy and medications... and I got Destiny for 9 more precious months. Abby's diagnoses isnt as promising because her kidney failure is too advanced. Fluid therapy would only prolong her suffering. <br /><br />Abby's family are now with her, making her comfortable, and saying good bye. My heart is aching, I can hardly stand it.<br /><br />I met Abber-dabbers just over a year ago. She greeted me enthusiastically when I went to look at my apartment. Her favorite thing to do is to race around the house with her buddy Bruce, and play "keep away" with him, teasing him by grabbing a ball, and knowing darn well that she is faster and more agile than him... always winning the game.<br /><br />She is a cuddly little girl - loved to crawl up on the couch and snuggle. Her passion is chasing the cats... Jake is her favorite to chase because he actually runs. Opus looks at her as if to say "get a life dog"...<br /><br />She also kept up on her working skills by herding the many chickens my landlords have - it kept her busy because Lauren and I were quick to name the new hatchlings this summer, and we have 3 roosters as a result. Abby made sure they were all rounded up and accounted for.<br /><br />Her humans are her most prized of all... six kids total, Lauren and Chuck. Her breed of Border Collie made her loyal by genetics... but her amazing heart and love for the family made her loyal by intention.<br /><br />Having just gotten through Destiny's passing of the same damning disease, its hard to even comprehend why - its easy to get angry at the unfairness of it all, and its heartbreaking and devestating to think we are losing another beautiful baby girl as a result.<br /><br />Please shower Lauren, Chuck and the six kids with love, snuggles and hugs...<br /><br />CillyMaine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-76573779237234550572009-02-05T07:15:00.001-08:002009-02-05T07:19:12.290-08:00Prayers needed for Abby<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYsCsktHA9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/rvLAcaWwpqE/s1600-h/abbey.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYsCsktHA9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/rvLAcaWwpqE/s400/abbey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299332351321899986" border="0" /></a><br />Abby is my landlords little border collie. She is absolutely the sweetest thing on earth. She loves to run and play with her pack-mate Bruce - an Australian shepherd. <br /><br />Abby has lost weight at an alarming rate, and she is now refusing to eat kibble. Human food - yes, kibble... eh.. not so much. Her DogMa Lauren is taking her to the vet this morning to find out if there is something wrong.... we are praying for the best.<br /><br />Please send out woofs of good health and wellness to this little girl, and lets hope she will be romping around with her buddy Bruce in no time...Maine Life Coach - Cillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909noreply@blogger.com7