<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998</id><updated>2012-02-10T12:00:04.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk With Destiny</title><subtitle type='html'>This 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.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-7253132744749429291</id><published>2012-01-15T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T16:22:40.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen degrees below zero....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpHltCbfLI0/TxNjITAMMuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3wuXBbePU9I/s200/P1000862.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My girl... tonight it is seventeen degrees below zero.&amp;nbsp; It is the same damning temperature as it was three years ago tonight... the last night you were mine.&amp;nbsp; Hard to believe it was three short years ago I was patting and hugging you.&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&amp;nbsp; Bounding and playing, frisking and jumping, I laugh at her antics because I can't help myself.&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; I whistle again, and Lexi bounds back in the door, up the stairs, and into my heart.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;Don't cry because it's over... Smile because it happened ~ Dr. Suess &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, Lexi, and Love lives on .... even when it's seventeen below zero.&amp;nbsp; Paradise is Found, Destiny my Dear... Paradise is now, Paradise is here.&amp;nbsp; Love you always and forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-7253132744749429291?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7253132744749429291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=7253132744749429291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7253132744749429291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7253132744749429291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2012/01/seventeen-degrees-below-zero.html' title='Seventeen degrees below zero....'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpHltCbfLI0/TxNjITAMMuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3wuXBbePU9I/s72-c/P1000862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-382797411443878424</id><published>2011-12-09T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:04:30.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grief, Interrupted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BuLyc_BafOE/TuMA6CPNdFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/0r0-ybKRimw/s320/P1010611.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sweet girl Destiny.&amp;nbsp; This week I finally fulfilled my last earthly  obligation to you... the financial matters of your medical bills.&amp;nbsp; It  took every resource I had left, and many sleepless nights, but this past  Monday I sent via priority mail payment in full.&amp;nbsp; "Destiny's Credit  Card" is finally laid to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have wept every day since as if it is the day I lost you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most  people would be elated to pay off a bill.&amp;nbsp; It would be such a relief to  have the burden and the anxiety finally lifted off their shoulders.&amp;nbsp;  Celebration would be in order.&amp;nbsp; For me, it's left a new sense of loss  that is as fresh as the day I said goodbye.&amp;nbsp; You see, my friend... I no  longer have to take care of you.&amp;nbsp; You ran free on January 16th, 2009.&amp;nbsp; I  finally got set free this week... and its an odd feeling that I just  don't know what to do with.&amp;nbsp; No more fretting... no more worrying... the  treatments we started back in the spring of 2008 are finally ...  finally finished.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I am grateful that I had  the distraction of financial upset right after losing you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Losing my  job four days after saying goodbye to you wasn't easy... but it gave me  something to focus on.&amp;nbsp; All my energy went into staying afloat - I had  to press on.&amp;nbsp; Now that urgency is gone, and my mind seems to want to  time travel back and mourn you all over again.&amp;nbsp; My grief was  interrupted... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&amp;nbsp; Now  that all the fretting and worrying has been laid to rest, I want to  focus on new projects.&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what steps I need to take to get there, but I know  you will be guiding me on the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run Free...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-382797411443878424?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/382797411443878424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=382797411443878424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/382797411443878424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/382797411443878424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-sweet-girl-destiny.html' title='Grief, Interrupted...'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BuLyc_BafOE/TuMA6CPNdFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/0r0-ybKRimw/s72-c/P1010611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-1668425071758651675</id><published>2011-11-19T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T09:23:58.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Matter of Trust....</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-1668425071758651675?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1668425071758651675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=1668425071758651675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/1668425071758651675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/1668425071758651675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-matter-of-trust.html' title='Its a Matter of Trust....'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-3701900206178089563</id><published>2011-10-15T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T10:36:25.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Adventures live on...</title><content type='html'>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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise Found:&lt;br /&gt;http://mycillyparadise.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-3701900206178089563?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3701900206178089563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=3701900206178089563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/3701900206178089563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/3701900206178089563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-adventures-live-on.html' title='Our Adventures live on...'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-5927970159046614954</id><published>2010-01-15T09:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:32:33.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>365 Days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/S1CmoY2PWRI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4K8WyZl6o4o/s1600-h/destiny+fields.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;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&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-5927970159046614954?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5927970159046614954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=5927970159046614954' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/5927970159046614954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/5927970159046614954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2010/01/365-days.html' title='365 Days..'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/S1CmoY2PWRI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4K8WyZl6o4o/s72-c/destiny+fields.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-7932354190812262710</id><published>2009-12-12T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T19:31:37.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas....</title><content type='html'>or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hanukkah&lt;/span&gt;, or Winter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Solstice&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kwanzaa&lt;/span&gt;... what ever you celebrate, take the time to appreciate the true spirit and nature of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i4OuXCUA7c/SyROuKoftUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6vmZKrVMd2s/s1600-h/P1010613.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture from the last Christmas I celebrated with my &lt;a href="http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Destiny.  &lt;/a&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nourishment&lt;/span&gt; I did get in her, I had to cook for her.  I had spent all my extra money on her treatments, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;!  I have a feeling I know what she asked Santa for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And imagine what your life would be like if you did that every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have yourself - a merry - little - Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy-Prosperity-Abundance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-7932354190812262710?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7932354190812262710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=7932354190812262710' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7932354190812262710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7932354190812262710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-yourself-merry-little-christmas.html' title='Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas....'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i4OuXCUA7c/SyROuKoftUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6vmZKrVMd2s/s72-c/P1010613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-273828677066248216</id><published>2009-06-13T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:24:57.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing....</title><content type='html'>Hello my girl.  I miss you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am packing for camp.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would finally arrive to the Height of Land.  Time to stretch our legs girl - time to say hello to the lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SjOyGDyJS3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/rbeBdthQMnk/s1600-h/mooselookmeguntic.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon girl, load up, lets get up to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm packing for Camp Des.... Load Up!  Silly pup... I would never leave you behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-273828677066248216?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/273828677066248216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=273828677066248216' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/273828677066248216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/273828677066248216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/06/packing.html' title='Packing....'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SjOyGDyJS3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/rbeBdthQMnk/s72-c/mooselookmeguntic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-4230657212868087907</id><published>2009-05-19T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:50:23.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter from Destiny to Lexi.....</title><content type='html'>Dear Sweet Lexi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, your sister&lt;br /&gt;Destiny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-4230657212868087907?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4230657212868087907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=4230657212868087907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/4230657212868087907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/4230657212868087907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/05/letter-from-destiny-to-lexi.html' title='A letter from Destiny to Lexi.....'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-793434456918785422</id><published>2009-05-10T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:35:31.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SgbmIUzXjUI/AAAAAAAAASM/vSDuN8gRvU0/s1600-h/baby+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A repost of one of my favorite poems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Motherhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All my friends have children now. Their biological clocks ticked them into a foreign world filled with bassinets and learning toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We teach, we spoil, we chide, we coax, we praise, we love our babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken from "Cooking with Dogs" by Karen Dowell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-793434456918785422?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/793434456918785422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=793434456918785422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/793434456918785422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/793434456918785422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/05/motherhood.html' title='Motherhood'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SgbmIUzXjUI/AAAAAAAAASM/vSDuN8gRvU0/s72-c/baby+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-7516114484437494666</id><published>2009-04-25T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T07:53:51.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago....</title><content type='html'>One year ago&lt;br /&gt;I took a walk with Destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long winter had ended -&lt;br /&gt;the day was gentle and warm&lt;br /&gt;We were with new friends&lt;br /&gt;It was a new start for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were starting to break out of winter hibernation&lt;br /&gt;free from the dreary walls&lt;br /&gt;Out into a newly awakening spring&lt;br /&gt;Out into a newly awakening life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago... I took a walk with Destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we started out I had no idea&lt;br /&gt;where the road would take us&lt;br /&gt;where we would find ourselves&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea ... but she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step she took was deliberate&lt;br /&gt;with purpose - with passion.&lt;br /&gt;I learned a life lesson that day&lt;br /&gt;Never take one moment for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed.  I took a walk with Destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took a walk with a new girl&lt;br /&gt;I told her about an old soul.&lt;br /&gt;We silently reflected at the waters edge.&lt;br /&gt;I gave thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my new girl about the lesson I learned&lt;br /&gt;and even though she is but a baby&lt;br /&gt;she understood... but was puzzled&lt;br /&gt;Why do humans have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt; that lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A roll in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;a splash in the water&lt;br /&gt;a romp in the fields&lt;br /&gt;a bask in the warm sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How silly I feel... she is so wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 35 years to appreciate&lt;br /&gt;to touch, to love, to honor&lt;br /&gt;to awaken.. to open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;she knew long before her tiny eyes opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not born alive&lt;br /&gt;they teach us to live&lt;br /&gt;if we take the time&lt;br /&gt;to take a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you need to walk with today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-7516114484437494666?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7516114484437494666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=7516114484437494666' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7516114484437494666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7516114484437494666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-year-ago.html' title='One year ago....'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-4373887968950694885</id><published>2009-04-03T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:29:29.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU STACI, ADDIE AND LUCIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As you will read on Lexi's blog, she got a special package from &lt;a href="http://raisingaddie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Addie and Lucie &lt;/a&gt;and in the package, was a special present to me from Staci... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sdabb5h4VHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6GgwzVyfm8g/s1600-h/P1020745.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;from the bottom of my heart...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-4373887968950694885?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4373887968950694885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=4373887968950694885' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/4373887968950694885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/4373887968950694885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-staci-addie-and-lucie.html' title='THANK YOU STACI, ADDIE AND LUCIE'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sdabb5h4VHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6GgwzVyfm8g/s72-c/P1020745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-8245871817619937678</id><published>2009-03-25T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:34:07.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lexi has her own blog...</title><content type='html'>Hello all you peeps and doggies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://lexi-lexicon.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join in the fun over there!  She comes home Saturday - so lets all make her feel welcomed!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for allowing me this space - and thank you for all the wonderful support....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO - pats and belly rubs....&lt;br /&gt;Cilly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-8245871817619937678?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8245871817619937678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=8245871817619937678' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/8245871817619937678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/8245871817619937678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/03/lexi-has-her-own-blog.html' title='Lexi has her own blog...'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-1258556802651432467</id><published>2009-03-15T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:13:07.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YYYYAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I just got this email from Amy - Lexi's foster mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With&lt;br /&gt;DDKFAL&lt;br /&gt;"WL ...sorry, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1237173063_0"&gt;LEXI&lt;/span&gt; IS ON the  keyboard right now trying to tell tjat you are approved to adopt her and  she is very happy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lexi is going to come home to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-1258556802651432467?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1258556802651432467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=1258556802651432467' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/1258556802651432467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/1258556802651432467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/03/yyyyaaaayyyyyy.html' title='YYYYAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-3625408921707642291</id><published>2009-03-15T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:47:57.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good home visit...</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sb2S-MtMsbI/AAAAAAAAARA/kfWsxnNPbrY/s1600-h/P1010924.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where she will eat....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sb2Tb-DLsKI/AAAAAAAAARI/DFrDu-4rqto/s1600-h/P1010920.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we showed her the walking path where she will be able to run and play....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all in all, it was a good visit, and I am hoping for good news soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-3625408921707642291?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3625408921707642291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=3625408921707642291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/3625408921707642291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/3625408921707642291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-home-visit.html' title='A good home visit...'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sb2S-MtMsbI/AAAAAAAAARA/kfWsxnNPbrY/s72-c/P1010924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-3243951622359544199</id><published>2009-03-10T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T07:41:08.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our friends Addie and Lucie are having a Pawty!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;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"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie and Lucie are celebrating their 200th post by donating dog food - here's what Addie had to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;To celebrate this momentous occasion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Addie and Lucie are going to donate 1 pound of pet food/treats to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.tafb.org/calendar.html"&gt;Tarrant Area Food Bank&lt;/a&gt; for each unique user comment posted on this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go over and give pats and belly rubs to Addie and Lucie and tell them what good girls they are!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://raisingaddie.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may need some help from you technologically advanced doggies on how to upload videos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO - be good little pups out there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/PRISCI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/PRISCI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-3243951622359544199?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3243951622359544199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=3243951622359544199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/3243951622359544199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/3243951622359544199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-friends-addie-and-lucie-are-having.html' title='Our friends Addie and Lucie are having a Pawty!!'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SbZ7IOYMQYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/I6z399UyU9s/s72-c/addie+and+lucie+party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-1541882028270179976</id><published>2009-03-09T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:54:47.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another sign!</title><content type='html'>OK. Seriously folks, I can't believe this...  this is getting too weird.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SbUs6iAhmpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xIHVyiAVcDw/s1600-h/P1010900.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-1541882028270179976?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1541882028270179976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=1541882028270179976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/1541882028270179976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/1541882028270179976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-sign.html' title='Another sign!'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SbUs6iAhmpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xIHVyiAVcDw/s72-c/P1010900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-5249778074418294793</id><published>2009-03-04T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:11:55.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Applied for Adoption - Lexi !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sa7BZ5uaHyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/r9QJ5Nk8Zaw/s1600-h/lexi.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sa7B90qPqCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/8hBzg05PUEA/s1600-h/lexi+snow+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sa7CeYB9xPI/AAAAAAAAAQg/sS6FmcMUoeE/s1600-h/lexi+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you doggies out there - send some woofs and howls of good luck that Lexi might come home to live with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-5249778074418294793?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5249778074418294793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=5249778074418294793' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/5249778074418294793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/5249778074418294793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/03/applied-for-adoption-lexi.html' title='Applied for Adoption - Lexi !!'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/Sa7BZ5uaHyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/r9QJ5Nk8Zaw/s72-c/lexi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-6145263150203313023</id><published>2009-02-15T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T06:37:24.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARADISE FOUND</title><content type='html'>You 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARADISE FOUND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day to you too Sweetheart...  I Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-6145263150203313023?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6145263150203313023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=6145263150203313023' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/6145263150203313023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/6145263150203313023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/02/paradise-found.html' title='PARADISE FOUND'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-5244720101889609474</id><published>2009-02-14T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:16:25.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINES DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Destiny loved her cousin Louis ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She loved ice cream...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She loved swimming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She loved going for rides in Momma's truck&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She loved laying on the couch and watching Animal Planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved running with the ocean breeze in her fur&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;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" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which is what I imagine she is doing right now... :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What or who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-5244720101889609474?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5244720101889609474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=5244720101889609474' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/5244720101889609474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/5244720101889609474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINES DAY'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SZc-dEfYkII/AAAAAAAAAOs/L3o2XNjg9kc/s72-c/peepers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-4019549840337118423</id><published>2009-02-11T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:14:14.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRUCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SZMFuj6eLyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fQGnfhYdTJM/s1600-h/bruce.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi - I'm Bruce...  I'm an Australian Shepard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was I saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one brown eye and one blue eye.. and so did Abby... I think that made us soul-mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My humans tease me and say I'm a few milk-bones short of a box... but hey, what can a guy do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that a squirrel? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first Destiny, now Abby.... its getting pretty boring around here.  There's got to be something to chase....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cats?  Nah... they are boring...&lt;br /&gt;The chickens?  Nah - they just run back in their coop....&lt;br /&gt;The kids? Oh... they are still in school.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chase my tail... but I dont got one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wont someone come and run and play with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that?  Play date with Derby?  Ohhhh... that sounds FUN!  Oh boy oh boy oh boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-4019549840337118423?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4019549840337118423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=4019549840337118423' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/4019549840337118423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/4019549840337118423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/02/bruce.html' title='BRUCE'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SZMFuj6eLyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fQGnfhYdTJM/s72-c/bruce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-4276287743477280754</id><published>2009-02-07T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:39:39.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby and Destiny are together again.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/OWNER%7E1.MM-/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run free little Abber-dabbers.  Say hi to my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-4276287743477280754?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4276287743477280754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=4276287743477280754' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/4276287743477280754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/4276287743477280754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/02/abby-and-destiny-are-together-again.html' title='Abby and Destiny are together again.....'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-4033788818994365202</id><published>2009-02-07T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T04:42:56.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken</title><content type='html'>As you may have read, Lauren updated us on Abby's status.  Renal Failure strikes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby's family are now with her, making her comfortable, and saying good bye.  My heart is aching, I can hardly stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please shower Lauren, Chuck and the six kids with love, snuggles and hugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cilly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-4033788818994365202?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4033788818994365202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=4033788818994365202' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/4033788818994365202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/4033788818994365202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/02/heartbroken.html' title='Heartbroken'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-7657377923723455057</id><published>2009-02-05T07:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:19:12.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers needed for Abby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYsCsktHA9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/rvLAcaWwpqE/s1600-h/abbey.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-7657377923723455057?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7657377923723455057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=7657377923723455057' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7657377923723455057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7657377923723455057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayers-needed-for-abby.html' title='Prayers needed for Abby'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYsCsktHA9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/rvLAcaWwpqE/s72-c/abbey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-771492330517887808</id><published>2009-01-29T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:39:00.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Derby the Dalmation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYIAw6ZzIqI/AAAAAAAAANs/sp66D8eej-8/s1600-h/P1000578.JPG"&gt;&lt;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/SYIAw6ZzIqI/AAAAAAAAANs/sp66D8eej-8/s400/P1000578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296796952052310690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hewoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Derby... my Puppa is Mike, and Cilwy is his girlfurwend... but I beg to differ, I think she is MY girlfurwend... I wuv her wewy much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Destiny back in Apwil when my Puppa and her Momma started dating .... just when she got sick.  I waz bummed b'cuz I just met her and I liked having a buddy around to do stuff wif.  I am gwad she got better and we got to pway this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt always understand why she couldnt pway or keep up with me, but I wuv'd her just the same.  She was very purty... and I wuv'd being her furwend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYH8hG7-67I/AAAAAAAAAM8/LE45USW5fWg/s1600-h/P1000676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYH8hG7-67I/AAAAAAAAAM8/LE45USW5fWg/s400/P1000676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296792282492496818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes we would just hang out together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYH9ACNikbI/AAAAAAAAANE/3LgbxErnaIA/s1600-h/P1000855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYH9ACNikbI/AAAAAAAAANE/3LgbxErnaIA/s400/P1000855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296792813799903666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I liked to kiss her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYH-KGodREI/AAAAAAAAANU/cBX0-3rE-kw/s1600-h/P1000617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYH-KGodREI/AAAAAAAAANU/cBX0-3rE-kw/s400/P1000617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296794086296863810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No matter where we went we always had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYH_5VQDA-I/AAAAAAAAANk/9OyZ8uIo9Jo/s1600-h/P1010122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYH_5VQDA-I/AAAAAAAAANk/9OyZ8uIo9Jo/s400/P1010122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296795997186491362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went swimming too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYH-9u60vBI/AAAAAAAAANc/WsXHYw6lzk0/s1600-h/P1010674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYH-9u60vBI/AAAAAAAAANc/WsXHYw6lzk0/s400/P1010674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296794973284645906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes we just liked to chill out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cilwy has been wewy sad since Destiny has been gone.  I'm not as sad because I know I will see her again someday... so I try to do things to cheer Cilwy up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I act wike a cwown....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYIB_o3AelI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fYwvyvKD-CM/s1600-h/P1010845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYIB_o3AelI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fYwvyvKD-CM/s400/P1010845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296798304552647250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sweep in her bed when she is sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give her lots of wet kisses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or I sweep in Destiny's bed to keep it warm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYIEVoB9haI/AAAAAAAAAOE/YK3g76BUEOY/s1600-h/P1000789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYIEVoB9haI/AAAAAAAAAOE/YK3g76BUEOY/s400/P1000789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296800881310533026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although.. I have to admit.. its not the same when Destiny isnt here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I did want to thank awl the doggies out there who cheered Cilwy up wif their comments and wuv'ins.  I give her kisses, butt wiggles and smiles every day to make sure she stays happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOOF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-771492330517887808?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/771492330517887808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=771492330517887808' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/771492330517887808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/771492330517887808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/derby-dalmation.html' title='Derby the Dalmation'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SYIAw6ZzIqI/AAAAAAAAANs/sp66D8eej-8/s72-c/P1000578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-5786957015014821224</id><published>2009-01-25T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:26:12.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My promise to Destiny</title><content type='html'>When Destiny fell ill back in April... there were a few long and scary days where I wasn't sure if Destiny would pull through.  I was heartbroken because we had just gotten out on our own... it was supposed to be me and her against the world - the Adventures of Cilly and Destiny!  I had grand plans of taking her camping, hiking, swimming - all the things we loved to do... and then in a moment, all those plans were put on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was healing and on the road to recovery, as I was administering fluids to make her stronger and well, I promised her that this summer - if she pulled through - if she had strength - would be the best summer of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXy5aI6rCUI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kg12Dp6g0G0/s1600-h/P1000113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXy5aI6rCUI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kg12Dp6g0G0/s400/P1000113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295311120602171714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised her long afternoons of lazing in the sun.  I promised her napping and flicking butterflies off her ears... I promised her swimming, hiking, and seeing beautiful things.  And, to the best of my knowledge - she wanted all those things to come true, because she got strong enough and well enough to experience them all.  I lived out my promise to her, and took her to all our favorite places last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One place in particular is a 200' waterfall in the mountains of western Maine.  Its a gem of a place, not that many people know of it, and its always been a magical place for me and my girl.  I was anxious to take her back there, and I was thrilled to show it to Mike and Derby the Dalmatian for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny was still shaky from just recovering from her first bout of renal failure.  I wasn't sure she would be able to handle such a hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXytVfeNjJI/AAAAAAAAAME/uOtUy-w0_LI/s1600-h/P1000553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXytVfeNjJI/AAAAAAAAAME/uOtUy-w0_LI/s400/P1000553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295297846617934994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my girl, the Queen of Ten-Ass-City.... took to the trail and hiked gallantly along side Derby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to the waterfall, we have to cross a river 5 times... some areas were easy to cross... others were a little scary.   At one point, Destiny's reign over Ten-Ass-City was being challenged, and it didn't look hopeful that she would have the nerve to cross over with the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXyzbj0U3pI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Ts2gAIAlhhU/s1600-h/P1000514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXyzbj0U3pI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Ts2gAIAlhhU/s400/P1000514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295304547933413010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept her leash tight so she knew I wouldn't let her be swept down the rapids... and I kept saying "C'mon Des! You can do it! I've got you! C'mon Destiny!"..... Mike and Derby got across, and he joined in the cheering section... "C'mon Des! C'mon Girl! You can do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was a holiday weekend, there were alot of people hiking along with us.... and soon, as people hop-scotched across the rocks and made their way to the other side of the river, and they looked back at the timid white dog.. and something about her made them join in... "C'mon girl! C'mon Destiny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, a dozen strangers were cheering on my girl... she looked at all of us with hesitation, then she looked at me with determination.... and she leapt into the water and made her way over to us.... with tears in my eyes, I joined in the applause and cheers that the complete strangers had engaged in.... little did they know the battle my girl had fought to be there that day - little did they know who they were cheering for.... they were cheering for the White Wonder... Destiny - the Queen of Ten-Ass-City.  She made it across and was greeted with pats on the head -"Atta girls" and I even saw some people doing high-5's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment will live in my heart forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once we crossed that tenuous part of the river, the rest of the hike was a piece of cake, and we approached a 200 foot waterfall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXy1vUiWAzI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PMK8qI0cOPs/s1600-h/P1000574%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXy1vUiWAzI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PMK8qI0cOPs/s400/P1000574%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295307086452097842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXy6qsYPJoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_N02fYy4Bg0/s1600-h/P1000563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXy6qsYPJoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_N02fYy4Bg0/s400/P1000563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295312504510948994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stayed there a few hours... long enough to eat lunch - talk with fellow hikers, and gather strength for the trek back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXy1IQ0ou_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/a9jg_Krp15Y/s1600-h/P1000561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXy1IQ0ou_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/a9jg_Krp15Y/s400/P1000561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295306415440182258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Appropriately enough.... this location is named&lt;br /&gt;Angel Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I received Destiny's ashes back on Thursday, along with a Tera-cotta mold of her paw print.  I promised Destiny as I sat with her last Friday that I will take her back to Angel Falls, and she will forever be the Queen of Ten-Ass-City.... and that moment that she showed to herself, showed me, and showed all those wonderful strangers what she was made of, will live on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-5786957015014821224?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5786957015014821224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=5786957015014821224' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/5786957015014821224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/5786957015014821224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-promise-to-destiny.html' title='My promise to Destiny'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXy5aI6rCUI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kg12Dp6g0G0/s72-c/P1000113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-5477003590410390576</id><published>2009-01-21T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:00:04.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sign from Destiny</title><content type='html'>I posted a link to Destiny's blog on my friends Facebook page.... and it made me enter a "captcha" phrase....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the phrase was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;paradise found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-5477003590410390576?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5477003590410390576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=5477003590410390576' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/5477003590410390576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/5477003590410390576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/sign-from-destiny.html' title='A sign from Destiny'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-8713672398517195782</id><published>2009-01-21T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:54:25.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the coast of somewhere beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXdCAIx13mI/AAAAAAAAALM/HtlsuvNmJeA/s1600-h/P1000883%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXdCAIx13mI/AAAAAAAAALM/HtlsuvNmJeA/s400/P1000883%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293772457121275490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXdBUQArd4I/AAAAAAAAALE/D37XvSCpFEU/s1600-h/P1000958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXdBUQArd4I/AAAAAAAAALE/D37XvSCpFEU/s400/P1000958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293771703148312450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Knew I could never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXdC8wlQAgI/AAAAAAAAALU/YAwrvez7pQ0/s1600-h/P1000960%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXdC8wlQAgI/AAAAAAAAALU/YAwrvez7pQ0/s400/P1000960%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293773498598031874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;hold th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;at girl&lt;br /&gt;She was born to see the world&lt;br /&gt;All I got is a picture she mailed me&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot in the snow white sand&lt;br /&gt;A bag of sea shells in her hand&lt;br /&gt;She finally found a paradise it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the coast of somewhere beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Trade winds blowin through her hair&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight dancin on the water&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I was there&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how I'm goin' to find her&lt;br /&gt;All I know so far&lt;br /&gt;She's on the coast of somewhere beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes whne the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;Shadows fall across this littl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e town&lt;br /&gt;And I close my eyes and I drift away&lt;br /&gt;to another place in another time&lt;br /&gt;When the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;world was ours and she was mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXdD-wL1dcI/AAAAAAAAALc/OE3a7fQ3cIg/s1600-h/P1000717%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXdD-wL1dcI/AAAAAAAAALc/OE3a7fQ3cIg/s400/P1000717%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293774632362800578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I dream of holdin her again someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the coast of somewhere beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Trade winds blowin through her hair&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight dancin on the water&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I was there&lt;br /&gt;Dont know how I'm gonna find her&lt;br /&gt;All I know so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Shes on a coast somewhere beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Runnin with my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know how I'm goin to find her&lt;br /&gt;All i know so far&lt;br /&gt;Shes on the coast of somewhere beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Runnin with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Shes runnin with my heart&lt;br /&gt;On the coast of somewhere beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-8713672398517195782?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8713672398517195782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=8713672398517195782' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/8713672398517195782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/8713672398517195782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-coast-of-somewhere-beautiful.html' title='On the coast of somewhere beautiful'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/SXdCAIx13mI/AAAAAAAAALM/HtlsuvNmJeA/s72-c/P1000883%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-7360879956025159023</id><published>2009-01-19T19:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:33:23.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without Destiny....</title><content type='html'>First off... I want to thank each and every human and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; for their love, support, and snuggles.  Your words and woofs have gotten me through some pretty hard days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how long I will keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dessie's&lt;/span&gt; blog going, but I feel the need to post a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the poetry about the Rainbow Bridge.  I remember hearing about it once before, but it helped reading it again... and yes, I am convinced that not only did my girl make it safely, but she is there guiding through the trail of life as she always did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny and I used to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of X-country skiing.  Ski-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jouring&lt;/span&gt; if you will.  Well, we pretended we were ski &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jouring&lt;/span&gt; anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny took me down amazing trails, and she never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;waivered&lt;/span&gt; or wandered.  She kept amazing pace, and we would fly fly fly down winding trails and across fields...   Her favorite thing in the world was to get harnessed up and blaze trail.  She had determination.  All I would have to say is "trail" to keep her on track... click once to right, twice to left... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Psssshttt&lt;/span&gt; to stop.  Most of the time, we trailed in the silence of the snowy woods.... just the sound of my ski's, birds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;twirping&lt;/span&gt;, and snow melting in the lazy sun of winter.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;harmonious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sunday we were supposed to get "some" snow.  3-6 inches according to most reports.  We ended up getting 18".... a foot and a half of fluffy fun snow.  The kind that is perfect for snow angels, perfect for skiing, perfect for playing.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dessie&lt;/span&gt; Lu-Lu wants Momma to play.  To this day my little girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; understand the concept that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Momma's&lt;/span&gt; gotta work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as far as searching for signs... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really know if 18" of snow is THE sign... but Destiny was my soul mate.  And as her soul mate... I just know she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; I am going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...   We never had to say much to each other... we just knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed with my boyfriend all weekend.  In fact, Friday night Mike had to work, and I went up to his room and fell asleep early.  Mike arrived home from work at about midnight to find me soundly sleeping after having cried myself to sleep.... with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Dalmatian&lt;/span&gt; curled right up beside me.  Derby had snuck his way into bed with me, and in his own way decided it was his job to comfort me.... he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;trully&lt;/span&gt; a good step-dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we came back to my apartment for the first time since.... and it was hard.  This was her home.  Its so quiet and empty without her here.  But, I cherish each memory I have of her here... her toys, her bed, her pictures... I want them all to remain just as they are.  Derby can use them when he visits, and someday - when the Universe sends another soul to be rescued and to rescue me... it will be there for that pup too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is my first night on my own without her or Mike.  I hope I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; sound like a baby... but I am scared.  I've never lived by myself before.  And yes, I have my neighbors, and yes, I have my boyfriend and my sister nearby.... but its hard to explain just what I am scared of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to brave the wilderness on my own.. but I wasn't alone... Destiny was never more than 10 feet away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard not talking to anyone.  I used to sit and read the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and ask for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Destiny's&lt;/span&gt; thoughts on the news.  Or ask her what I should wear on a date.  Or ask her what we should do today.  What should we do today Des? .... Brown eyes would stare back at me with contemplation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one to ask silly questions to, sing songs that I make up the words to, or make idle conversation with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who don't understand offer for me to borrow their kid, dog, cat... whatever.  Some are kidding, some are half kidding.... some are sincere.   Like I said... Destiny is my soul mate.... you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; borrow soul mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I break down and cry I try to stop myself and remind myself that she is in a better place free of medicines, needles, and pain.   But my tears flow selfishly.... because it is my pain that I am in sorrow about.  God I miss my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Destiny's&lt;/span&gt; ashes back in a couple weeks, and in the spring, I will go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Destiny's&lt;/span&gt; favorite places....  and I will memorialize her spirit and her adventures.  I will also continue to breathe life into our spirit of adventure.  We made a hell of a team her and I....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone again for the outpouring of love I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; here.  I am amazed at this blog community ... and I am honored to be part of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-7360879956025159023?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7360879956025159023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=7360879956025159023' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7360879956025159023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7360879956025159023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-without-destiny.html' title='Life without Destiny....'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-4992876255214620360</id><published>2009-01-16T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:53:45.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny Grace, Jan 11th 1996 - Jan 16th 2009</title><content type='html'>It is with a heavy heart I write this to all of Destiny's new-found friends.   I helped my baby girl Des cross the bridge this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny's spirit remained unshaken - she was a fighter to the end... her spirit was willing, her body was spent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gathered close friends of Destiny to my home last night and we had a farewell party.  My sister, my neighbors, and Mike were there to pat her, to tell her we loved her, and we watched pictures on a slide show to laugh about good times, and tell stories about our adventures together.  I am so grateful the people who made her most comfortable in her last year were able to share that moment with her.  She deserved to be honored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left, Destiny had a hard night, and finally... finally... she convinced my heart I was doing right by her.  I wont go into details about the night and what she had to endure... but I can tell you one thing - she never gave up.   I sat with her all night, stroking her beautiful, soft, white fur, telling her I loved her, and that she added so much to my life.  She made me a better human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning came, and I never thought I could do it.  I never thought I could carry her into the vet office, lay her down on a bed, and sit with her while she drifted away.  But I did.  I did because I told myself as strong as she has been for me, I had to be just as strong for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said... I cant do her life justice in one blog entry.  13 years ago, I went to a local animal shelter in hopes of rescuing a dog.... and instead, she rescued me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came into my life when I needed a friend... as I had just lost my best human friend the summer before.  I was rebuilding my life, I had just bought a home with my then husband to-be, and I was just discovering who I really was...  and she helped me discover myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on countless adventures - probably more than the average dog does in a life time - camping, fishing, hiking, boating, ski-jouring, snow shoeing ... you name it, we did it... we did it together.  She added spark and fun to everything we did.  She had an amazing way of touching peoples lives... to this day, it is my belief that she has far more friends than I do... in fact, people often remember her name before they remember mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the only one in the world who stuck by my side no matter what.   A little over a year ago, we struck out on our own - I was leaving a marriage that had abruptly ended, and it was the first time I had ever lived on my own.    It was a scary and lonely time.  Destiny never waivered.  Because of her, we got the apartment that we did... it was the only ad in the paper that didnt say "no pets" ... and, the ad said "free eggs"... come to find out, my landlords have 6 kids, 2 dogs, 2 cats and a bunch of chickens.  It was the perfect new home for us.  She got to chase chickens, play with kids and became one of the pack.  My landlords quickly became our best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stayed strong and with me through it all.  She was strong when I couldnt be... she added a sense of peace and calm to my new home that only she could bring.  She made sure I was happy again, and I was going to be ok... she knew that Mike and Derby would be there for me.  She knew it was her time.  She just had to convince me of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song came on the radio this afternoon... and it says everything about what I am trying to say about her.... I needed her, she needed me... she was my Destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried a tear&lt;br /&gt;You wiped it dry&lt;br /&gt;I was confused&lt;br /&gt;You cleared my mind&lt;br /&gt;I sold my soul&lt;br /&gt;You bought it back for me&lt;br /&gt;And held me up and gave me dignity&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you needed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;You gave me strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stand alone again&lt;br /&gt;To face the world&lt;br /&gt;Out on my own again&lt;br /&gt;You put me high upon a pedestal&lt;br /&gt;So high that I could almost see eternity&lt;br /&gt;You needed me&lt;br /&gt;You needed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe it's you I can't believe it's true&lt;br /&gt;I needed you and you were there&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never leave, why should I leave&lt;br /&gt;I'd be a fool&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've finally found someone who really cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You held my hand&lt;br /&gt;When it was cold&lt;br /&gt;When I was lost&lt;br /&gt;You took me home&lt;br /&gt;You gave me hope&lt;br /&gt;When I was at the end&lt;br /&gt;And turned my lies&lt;br /&gt;Back into truth again&lt;br /&gt;You even called me friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You needed me&lt;br /&gt;You needed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w283.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w283.photobucket.com/albums/kk286/cillygirl222/9d36c326.pbw" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk286/cillygirl222/?action=view&amp;amp;current=9d36c326.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-4992876255214620360?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4992876255214620360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=4992876255214620360' title='68 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/4992876255214620360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/4992876255214620360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/destiny-grace-jan-11th-1996-jan-16th.html' title='Destiny Grace, Jan 11th 1996 - Jan 16th 2009'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>68</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-6876008874092529276</id><published>2009-01-15T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:24:39.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Zoe....</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone - its Destiny's DogMa Cilly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started this blog for Destiny, a lovely girl named Staci befriended me.  She is the DogMa to an adorable border collie Addie, a baby puppy Lucie, and a sweet red-head - Zoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe had heart and renal problems, but like Destiny - she was a little fighter.  She loved her family, her doggie sibblings, and she loved life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe passed this morning in her Momma's arms.  My heart is breaking because her story is much like Destiny - she got ill in April 2008, her Momma took wonderful care of her, and she romped and played with her puppy pals... she did the very best she could.  She had a sister go before her - K-8, so she had a furry friend waiting for her on the other side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give Staci some cyber hugs.  DogMa's need lots of love and understanding.  I wish more people understood that this is like losing a child, we need time to mourn, we need people to understand that these arent "just dogs" or "just pets"... they are our babies... their blessings are just compacted into much shorter years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://raisingaddie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://raisingaddie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest sweetly little red-headed Zoe...&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Cilly and Destiny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-6876008874092529276?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6876008874092529276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=6876008874092529276' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/6876008874092529276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/6876008874092529276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-zoe.html' title='Sweet Zoe....'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-1672772915823775596</id><published>2009-01-15T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:38:20.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Ass City?</title><content type='html'>Hewoo every doggie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy keeps saying I have Ten Ass City.  I dont know who these Ten Asses are ... or why they have their own City.... but I guess I rule them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Queen of Ten Ass City - I declare today a day where I get to sleep in front of the TV, watch Animal Planet, and have the Food Lady wait on my every beck and call.   Let it be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously folks, its been a loooong couple of days.  I've been eating - sometimes on my own, sometimes not... but I have been eating little things here and there.  Momma discovered I like Friskies kitty treats.  Hey - anything to get me to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its hard.  I have been very quiet.  I sleep alot.  I dont really feel like doing anything - and that's not like me... its winter out - I love the snow, but Momma wont let me outside for long because its zero degrees out.  *sigh*  Back in the old days, that wouldnt have stopped me from making some snow angels and biting at the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma is taking tomorrow off from work to be with me... that will be nice.  She has been under alot of stress, and has been very sad.  She said she will talk to me more tomorrow about what I want to do.  All I know, is I am very tired - its hard work being the Queen of Ten Ass City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers ... but I think Momma needs them more than I do right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eskie Kisses -&lt;br /&gt;Destiny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-1672772915823775596?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1672772915823775596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=1672772915823775596' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/1672772915823775596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/1672772915823775596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/ten-ass-city.html' title='Ten Ass City?'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00451424644674961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STXag4dD7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m4XrhFdxg/S220/snow+dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-6372139829265243063</id><published>2009-01-14T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:58:44.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH WOW....</title><content type='html'>Guys... Momma told me to check my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggie&lt;/span&gt; today... she said I would never believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma is still wiping tears from her eyes, she just cant believe the outpouring of love and support you have shown us.  Momma said I must be a very special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; to have so many friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; been a dramatic difference since yesterday but....... the best thing that happened was I stayed at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Momma's&lt;/span&gt; boyfriends house, and his Mom dotes on me.  I call her the Food-Lady.  She is always making me and Derby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Delicious&lt;/span&gt; treats and she takes good care of me while Momma is at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made me two little dishes of chicken and rice, and I ate both dishes.  Slowly, and it took some coaxing, but I ate it.  Momma cried and cried when she got to see me eat.  Silly Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No accidents in the house last night, but Momma noticed when I went to do my business, it was pretty "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;squirty&lt;/span&gt;"... but eh, at least I was able to make it through the night and do my business outside for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma gave me more medicine, more fluids, and is getting ready to take me back over to the Food-Lady's house for the day while Momma goes to work.  Momma is having a stressful time, so its really nice that the Food-Lady is taking care of me so Momma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, we are just taking it one day at a time.  If more humans knew how to live in the moment like us doggies do, it would be a less stressful world - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for all my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; friends.  What a wonderful pack of friends!  I love you all, and Momma is going to try to visit more of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bloggies&lt;/span&gt; when she can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Eskie&lt;/span&gt; Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Destiny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-6372139829265243063?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6372139829265243063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=6372139829265243063' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/6372139829265243063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/6372139829265243063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-wow.html' title='OH WOW....'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00451424644674961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STXag4dD7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m4XrhFdxg/S220/snow+dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-4921169659858754057</id><published>2009-01-13T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:05:51.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for a Miracle</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone - its Cilly, Destiny's DogMa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I know I have some family and friends who read Destiny's blog - and while its hard to read "news" on a blog, I dont think I could make it through phoning all of you.... I can barely talk, let alone repeat the news over and over again... so I apologize for the lack of "personal touch".. but hope you all understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back from Dr. N's office.  Mike went with me for support.  I'm glad he did, because I really needed someone there to support the difficult decisions that I was making.  I am grateful to have a person in my life with the strength to be by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny weighs 29.5#'s... half her normal body weight.  That would be like me weighing 75#'s... Its frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr N. suggested that we do an X-ray and blood tests.  The blood tests I understood - but I didnt understand what the X-ray was for.  Dr. N said she was looking to see what was causing Des not to eat, and to have diarrhea.   "What do you think it could be?"..   cancer, lymphomia, cysts, tumors....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we cant do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say her options are limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I want to know if there is nothing we can do for her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed other options.  Some were options I thought I would never have to discuss.  Today was not the day to make decisions.  It was to discuss what was best for Des.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny got a shot of steriods today, and a prescription for appetitite stimulants.    I got more fluids, got more instructions on what to do the next two days... and I got an estimate for euthanization and cremation costs which I promptly shoved in my pocket.  Hopefully I wont be needing that... but I still have to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With heavy hearts, we walked out of Dr. N's office, knowing that I have about 48 hours to make a decision.  Destiny either eats or she doesnt.  She rebounds, or she declines... but she cant go on like this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl keeps giving me small glimmers of hope.  Like today, as I was about to shove scrambled eggs down her throat, she starting eating them willingly.   Actually, she picked them up in her mouth and spit them back on the plate - but it was the most interest she had shown towards food in almost 2 weeks.  She accepted a biscuit and tried to chew it, but that ended up on the floor too.  She tries SO HARD.  Who am I to crush that spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des and I have gone everywhere together.  From the first time I saw her sweet furry face at the kennel, I knew she was my Destiny.  Since then, we have hiked mountains, swam in waterfalls, fished in rivers.  We have cross country ski'd in the moonlight, basked in the sun, made snow-angels and have had snowball fights where we both ended up with facefuls of snow.  We have camped under the stars, kayaked down rivers, and walked in the sand and ate pinick lunches on the beach.  She was happiest on the water or the snow.  I was happiest when she was happiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would follow me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eventually, her journey will end... and mine will have to go on... without her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my Destiny &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You share my reverie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my happiness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what you are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have my sweet caress &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You share my loneliness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my dream come true &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what you are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heaven and heaven alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can take your love from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 'Cause I'd be a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; To ever leave you dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And a fool I'd never be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You are my Destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You share my reverie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You're more than life to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; That's what you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my Destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You share my reverie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You are my happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; That's what you are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-4921169659858754057?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4921169659858754057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=4921169659858754057' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/4921169659858754057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/4921169659858754057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/pray-for-miracle.html' title='Pray for a Miracle'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-1025816766168593067</id><published>2009-01-12T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:38:50.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Spa" Day....</title><content type='html'>Momma came home from work early today and she gave me a "spa" day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More out of necessity than anything else... I had a big messy incident this morning, and as other eskie friends must know, white fur + being sick = big mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Momma gave me a hot (you know... doggie hot)  shower, and then blew dry my fur so I wouldnt catch cold.   I have been curled up sleeping since my bath.  Momma thinks that the warm water might have made me feel good.  All I know is it made me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I go see Dr. N.  Momma said we will get some answers tomorrow.  Silly humans - always asking questions.  The only question I have is "where is the remote? - I wanna watch Animal Planet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give you all an update after I get back from Dr. N's.... until then -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eskie Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Destiny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-1025816766168593067?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1025816766168593067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=1025816766168593067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/1025816766168593067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/1025816766168593067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/spa-day.html' title='&quot;Spa&quot; Day....'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00451424644674961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STXag4dD7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m4XrhFdxg/S220/snow+dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-2498437371756285057</id><published>2009-01-11T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T07:58:41.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my 13th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Woof... I didnt think I would make it to this day.... and its a hard day at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was not a good night for me.  Momma woke up about 3am to hear me crashing around the apartment.  For some reason, it looked like I was running away from something.  I kept running into walls, and running away from Momma.  Momma finally caught me, and we sat on the couch.  Momma said it felt like my heart was going to thump out of my chest...  Momma wonders if I was having a heart attack or something - it really scared her... scared me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long two hours after that, Momma held me in her lap, and I actually snuggled on her chest.  I guess I never did that much before, because it struck Momma as unusual enough to make her cry.... I fell asleep, and after a while, Momma did too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we just sat together for a couple hours.  Momma knows something weird happened, because I keep walking around uneasily, and I have a really hard time laying down.  She told me Happy Birthday and wished I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its a good birthday, but a sad one too.  Momma said she will take me to see Dr. N. Tuesday.  She wishes she was open tomorrow, but she's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma made me an omelette for breakfast.  I didnt want to eat it, Momma kind made me eat it.  She felt bad doing that, because she promised she would never force me to eat anything, but she said I have to keep my strength up a little while longer.... so the egg peices went down whether I wanted them too or not.  I came by while Momma was sitting on the couch and gave her lovin's and she knows I forgive her for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks every doggie for all the birthday wishes and support - it means alot to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go sit on the couch and enjoy the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eskie kisses&lt;br /&gt;Destiny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-2498437371756285057?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2498437371756285057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=2498437371756285057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/2498437371756285057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/2498437371756285057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-my-13th-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my 13th Birthday!'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00451424644674961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STXag4dD7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m4XrhFdxg/S220/snow+dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-8456809649344231977</id><published>2009-01-10T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:45:57.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wont give up, if you dont give up..</title><content type='html'>Today is a different day.  There is a different energy in the air.  The sun is shining, (albeit, its below zero outside)... Derby had a sleep over to keep me company... and.. I am perkier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant say I feel 100%, but I have been alot more active today.  I even ate some beef baby food Mike brought over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Momma told Dr. N about me - about being tired, not wanting to eat, and having really BAD breath... Dr. N said that I probably have something gastric or intestinal going on... she recommended Momma stop giving me Beneazipril and asprin, and to give me a Pepcid AC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what's in that Pepcid that works so good - but I did not get sick last night, and I feel better today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma said we will see how the weekend goes, and we will go see Dr. N on Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma told me this morning "I wont give up, if you dont give up." and I whispered the same thing back to Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Dessie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-8456809649344231977?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8456809649344231977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=8456809649344231977' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/8456809649344231977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/8456809649344231977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wont-give-up-if-you-dont-give-up.html' title='I wont give up, if you dont give up..'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00451424644674961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STXag4dD7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m4XrhFdxg/S220/snow+dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-2788431786802295190</id><published>2009-01-09T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:28:19.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here....</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the thoughts and prayers every doggie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Momma is having a hard time.  She wants me to eat, and I have decided its no longer necessary to eat.  Momma has done a really good job taking care of me.  She nursed me back to health when I was really sick last April, and because of her, I got to have an awesome summer running and playing and enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I am enjoying life anymore.  I'm tired.... and its easier right now to lay on the couch and rest... eating isnt fun anymore.  Momma has made me rice and hamburger, chicken, cream of chicken soup, eggs.. you name it ... she has made it for me.  I know it makes her sad when I don't eat it... I wish Momma werent sad... I wish I could tell her its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma doesnt know what to do.  She doesnt want to give up if I wont give up... but she cant tell if I have given up or not... so she keeps trying to get me to eat, she makes me take my medications each day, and she gives me Sub-Q's every morning.  I appreciate all she is doing, she makes me comfy while she goes to work... she makes sure I have a full bowl of water, and she even leaves kibble out for me, even though I havent eaten kibble in weeks, and she leaves the TV tuned to animal planet, and makes sure there is a blanket and pillow on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma called Dr. N this morning to see if there is more she should be doing.... and is waiting for a call back.  While Momma frets and fusses, I am just going to take a snooze, wait it out, and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-2788431786802295190?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2788431786802295190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=2788431786802295190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/2788431786802295190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/2788431786802295190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here....'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00451424644674961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STXag4dD7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m4XrhFdxg/S220/snow+dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-7525166188317958877</id><published>2009-01-08T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:30:03.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog's Plea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A DOG'S PLEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is&lt;br /&gt;more greateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.&lt;br /&gt;Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I&lt;br /&gt;should lick your hand between blows, your patience and&lt;br /&gt;understanding will more qucikly teach me the things&lt;br /&gt;you would have me learn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's&lt;br /&gt;sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging&lt;br /&gt;of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.&lt;br /&gt;Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I&lt;br /&gt;am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed&lt;br /&gt;to bitter elements.  I ask no greater glory than the&lt;br /&gt;privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.&lt;br /&gt;Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for I cannot tell&lt;br /&gt;you when I suffer thirst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed me clean food that I may stay well, to romp&lt;br /&gt;and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side,&lt;br /&gt;and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my&lt;br /&gt;life, should your life be in danger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my friend, when I am very old, and I no longer&lt;br /&gt;enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic&lt;br /&gt;efforts to keep me going.  I am not having any fun. &lt;br /&gt;Please see that my trusting life is taken gently.  I shall leave&lt;br /&gt;this earth knowing with the last breath I draw that my&lt;br /&gt;face was always safest in your hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;author unkown &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-7525166188317958877?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7525166188317958877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=7525166188317958877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7525166188317958877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7525166188317958877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/dogs-plea.html' title='A Dog&apos;s Plea'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-3085459298589008912</id><published>2009-01-07T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:59:23.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging in There...</title><content type='html'>Hello Every Doggie -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for your prayers and concern.  I am still hanging in there.  Momma is really fretting over me, and its ok... I understand its hard for her - but she keeps telling me its not about her, she wants to make sure I am ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma has been giving me more Sub-Q fluids the past couple days.  She says it will help my kidneys not work so hard to flush all the toxins out.   I have eaten some chicken, and Momma makes me take my medicines... but I still feel yucky, and most mornings I get sick and throw up.  Momma cleans up after me.  I feel bad, but she says its ok.  Mostly I just want to watch Animal Planet and nap on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a hard time walking around - I fall down alot.  Its also hard for me to sit and be comfortable, so I get up alot at night and walk around.  I know it wakes Momma up... and she needs her sleep.  I try to be quiet... sometimes I dont even bark to wake her up to let her know I need to go out.  She said she would rather be woken up than clean up a mess, but she understands I am doing the best I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is my 13th Barkday... Its been a long, hard year... but I have had so much fun this year too... Meeting Derby was definately a hi-light.  I pretend he annoys me, but I actually love him alot.  He is a good pup.  We did alot of things together this summer - camping, walking, hiking, swimming... I even got a starfish stuck to my fur at the beach one day!  Ya.. we had a great year, and I hope we get to play in the snow and have fun this winter... so I need to work on getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma said we will celebrate my Barkday Sunday with some french toast.  I hope I feel like eating it, but Momma said if I dont, its ok... its still my day, and I get to do what ever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks every doggie for all the support and prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-3085459298589008912?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3085459298589008912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=3085459298589008912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/3085459298589008912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/3085459298589008912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/hanging-in-there.html' title='Hanging in There...'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00451424644674961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STXag4dD7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m4XrhFdxg/S220/snow+dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-3296419893196433399</id><published>2009-01-05T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:04:51.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great post about CRF</title><content type='html'>Hello - Its Destiny's DogMa - Cilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny hasnt been feeling very good since New Years... she has been lethargic, anorexic, and last night was very restless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard, because I tell my friends and co-workers about her, and they dont understand why I cant just "make her eat" .. or give her some "favorite treats"... well, its because her renal failure is causing her to have an upset stomach, or she may have ulcers, or she may not trust her food anymore (it might have made her nauseaus or there may have been nasty tasting medicines in it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its difficult and frustrating to watch her waste away - I cook her three meals, and she turns her nose up at all of them.  I feel like I am failing her in some way.  I know deep down I AM doing everything I possibly can for her... but God its hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a good article on blogger - its old, but has informative information for people wondering what CRF is, and how to prevent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dogscatskidslife.blogspot.com/2006/04/chronic-renal-failure-in-dogs-and-cats.html"&gt;http://dogscatskidslife.blogspot.com/2006/04/chronic-renal-failure-in-dogs-and-cats.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing is to keep your teethies clean, and avoid toxins like grapes, raisens and antifreeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hunch is Destiny got CRF due to a bout of acute poisoning that happened to her when she was 8... I almost lost her then.  She rebounded, but I had no idea what it did to her kidneys.  Well, I guess now we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All doggies and DogMa's out there, please send out some warm puppy vibes for Miss Destiny tonight.  I hope to get out of work soon and go check on her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-3296419893196433399?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3296419893196433399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=3296419893196433399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/3296419893196433399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/3296419893196433399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-post-about-crf.html' title='Great post about CRF'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-6159352501560981713</id><published>2009-01-03T09:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:11:56.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years Every Doggie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SV-qD8xhLjI/AAAAAAAAACw/6J665Kmd_G4/s1600-h/P1010817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SV-qD8xhLjI/AAAAAAAAACw/6J665Kmd_G4/s320/P1010817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287131472386403890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma tried to get me to wear a party hat to celebrate New Years.  I'm not that fond of hats... so I am pouting in the picture.... but I hope every doggie had a Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got treats after the picture... so Momma is forgiven for making me wear this silly hat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Years Every Doggie!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-6159352501560981713?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6159352501560981713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=6159352501560981713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/6159352501560981713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/6159352501560981713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-years-every-doggie.html' title='Happy New Years Every Doggie!'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00451424644674961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STXag4dD7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m4XrhFdxg/S220/snow+dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SV-qD8xhLjI/AAAAAAAAACw/6J665Kmd_G4/s72-c/P1010817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-8656596570907025141</id><published>2008-12-31T07:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:04:01.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At work with Momma today!</title><content type='html'>Momma brought me to her work today.  She said that "someone" was on vacation, so I could go!  YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what Momma complains about - work is pretty easy.  I ate my breakfast, drank some water, and now I am sleeping under Mommas desk.  Whats so hard about this "work" thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... its a dog eat dog world out there... and Momma's wearing Milkbone underwear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-8656596570907025141?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8656596570907025141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=8656596570907025141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/8656596570907025141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/8656596570907025141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-work-with-momma-today.html' title='At work with Momma today!'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00451424644674961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STXag4dD7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m4XrhFdxg/S220/snow+dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-7805545942482468092</id><published>2008-12-27T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:12:55.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Merry Christmas Indeed!</title><content type='html'>Hewwwwwooo Every Doggie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope every doggie had a great Christmas.  I most certainly did.  I got some tasty treats, and I got to go to my Mommies parents house with Derby and Mike.  We had lots of fun opening presents and eating snackies...  Momma even dressed me up with a blue ribbon that said "Believe" on it... we both thought that was very fitting - given the year I've had, and what I had to do to see this Christmas... Believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SVak6DzUA1I/AAAAAAAAACI/zCCR4HPrMXY/s1600-h/P1010644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SVak6DzUA1I/AAAAAAAAACI/zCCR4HPrMXY/s320/P1010644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284592530125751122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    I di&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SVale0jfXGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EoyeE8t4OI4/s1600-h/P1010655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SVale0jfXGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EoyeE8t4OI4/s320/P1010655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284593161688013922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d get pretty tired in the afternoon and had to take a nap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whaddya expect... I'm an ol' lady....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, the Humans thought it would be funny to put all the Christmas stockings on my back like I was a C&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SVamTBRBCmI/AAAAAAAAACY/E__7E9nFxXc/s1600-h/P1010668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SVamTBRBCmI/AAAAAAAAACY/E__7E9nFxXc/s320/P1010668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284594058453387874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hristmas Donkey or sumfin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ok though.. because after I delivered all the Christmas stockings back to Santa.. I got to eat more treats.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SVanB69PikI/AAAAAAAAACg/rANvml6NmL8/s1600-h/P1010671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SVanB69PikI/AAAAAAAAACg/rANvml6NmL8/s320/P1010671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284594864213690946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, I had a very good Christmas.  Yesterday I wasnt feeling very good though... Momma gave me my Sub-Q fluids, and they all settled down around my neck... and I couldnt lift my head all day... Momma was upset because she didnt know if I was sick or what.. and it was very painful for Momma to touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a much better day though.. and my friend Derby has come over to visit.. its a rainy day, so we are just eating and sleeping and hangin' out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SVaoG432PnI/AAAAAAAAACo/gF0eBM4gdIU/s1600-h/P1010677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SVaoG432PnI/AAAAAAAAACo/gF0eBM4gdIU/s320/P1010677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284596049065164402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope every doggie has a great New Year - only two weeks left til my Bark-Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-7805545942482468092?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7805545942482468092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=7805545942482468092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7805545942482468092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7805545942482468092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-indeed.html' title='A Merry Christmas 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SUu64knzWZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4M13zVwfo-M/s1600-h/P1010605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SUu64knzWZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4M13zVwfo-M/s320/P1010605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281520469088098706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I went and got our Christmas Tree with the family.  We had so much fun!  It was great to romp around in the woods and smell all the pine trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am running with A!  Mush! Mush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SUu7ieiRHUI/AAAAAAAAABY/mXpXPDTu9-s/s1600-h/P1010601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SUu7ieiRHUI/AAAAAAAAABY/mXpXPDTu9-s/s320/P1010601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281521189008776514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick to finding the perfect tree is sniffing it out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  think this one is perfect Momma... but its a little icy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SUu80OoBrHI/AAAAAAAAABg/9nKIp3EyyvU/s1600-h/P1010608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SUu80OoBrHI/AAAAAAAAABg/9nKIp3EyyvU/s320/P1010608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281522593487236210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SUu-T1PXTEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Wl_tJDlaySY/s1600-h/P1010622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SUu-T1PXTEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Wl_tJDlaySY/s320/P1010622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281524235940351042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Human! You are not a Christmas Tree!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SUu-wZCIKlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Xk4DtYImDnw/s1600-h/P1010625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SUu-wZCIKlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Xk4DtYImDnw/s320/P1010625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281524726584846930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our beautiful Christmas Tree.... I love it!  Merry Christmas Every Doggie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-7159521841575359696?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7159521841575359696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=7159521841575359696' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7159521841575359696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7159521841575359696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='OH CHRISTMAS TREE!'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00451424644674961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STXag4dD7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m4XrhFdxg/S220/snow+dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SUu64knzWZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4M13zVwfo-M/s72-c/P1010605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-3457402491133252318</id><published>2008-12-17T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:48:27.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SUvBoqj9wUI/AAAAAAAAACA/DXu4hyP7wGQ/s1600-h/P1010613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SUvBoqj9wUI/AAAAAAAAACA/DXu4hyP7wGQ/s320/P1010613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281527892386103618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a very good doggie this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of toys, pull ropes and snackies... what I would like to ask you for this year Santa, I hope you can bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to play and romp in the snow.  I would like to have energy and be spry, and bounce around like I did when I was a pup.  And then at night, I would like to sleep soundly, and chase rabbits in my sleep.  I want to bite at the snow, and have snowflakes land on my eyelashes... I want to bounce around and nip at mittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to enjoy yummy food, and gain some weight like you Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas is very special Santa... I worked hard to get to see it.   Its already snowing, which makes me very happy!   Santa, I have a feeling this will be the best Christmas ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas Santa, I want to eat lots of treats, play in the snow, and get pats on the head, belly rubs, and lovin's from my humans.  I want to feel good, have fun, and enjoy every minute of the Holiday.  I want to lay under the tree, and see the glowy lights change my fur different colors.  I want to listen to Christmas music, and watch Mommy happily wrap gifts and sing out of tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will that fit in your sleigh Santa?  I sure hope so.... because I've been really, really, really GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Destiny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-3457402491133252318?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3457402491133252318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=3457402491133252318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/3457402491133252318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/3457402491133252318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa.....'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00451424644674961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STXag4dD7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m4XrhFdxg/S220/snow+dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/SUvBoqj9wUI/AAAAAAAAACA/DXu4hyP7wGQ/s72-c/P1010613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-8556393703254329691</id><published>2008-12-15T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:30:33.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi - Its Destinys Momma Cilly</title><content type='html'>Hi All - Destiny would update her blog, but over the weekend, we had an icestorm and lost our power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were safe and warm though.. we have propane heat, and the landlord has a generator.. so it werent all bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our power back Saturday, but we still dont have internet or cable.  When that comes back, Destiny will update everybody about her weekend.  It was a fun weekend, jam packed with stuff - from staying over at her Auntie Becky's house, to getting a Christmas Tree on Sunday.  Even Derby had a sleep over Saturday.  She was sick a couple of times over the weekend, but I am hoping it was just because we did so much, and ate at weird times during the weekend.  I imagine getting back to "normal" will get Dessie-Lu-Lu back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later!&lt;br /&gt;Cilly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-8556393703254329691?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8556393703254329691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=8556393703254329691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/8556393703254329691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/8556393703254329691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-its-destinys-momma-cilly.html' title='Hi - Its Destinys Momma Cilly'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-3758164143726236058</id><published>2008-12-10T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:15:52.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling better today</title><content type='html'>Hewwooo everydoggie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to see my friends from Dogs with Blogs coming to visit me!  You all got my tail waggin'!  I even spruced up my website - I hope everydoggie likey!  Snow is my favorite thing in the world - so when I saw this back ground, I had to have it on my bloggie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma came home last night and made me some french toast!!  YUM YUM!  I love french toast - its my favorite!  I ate it all up.  Momma also found out a new way to give me my medicines that I really like - cream cheese!!  Momma read that tip online on another doggie website... she cant remember who gave out the tip, but she sure is appreciative - and so am I!!  One of the pills - my antibiotic - is very hard to swallow - so this was a very good trick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made me more french toast this morning, and we decided to do fluids tomorrow.  I've been drinking normally and peeing normally, so Momma decided we can do every other day this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Mike is coming over to visit - he always makes me feel better too.  I like to play rope and get out all my toys for him!  YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its raining cats and poodles outside today - so I am going to curl up on the couch with my blankie until Momma comes home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOF!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-3758164143726236058?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3758164143726236058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=3758164143726236058' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/3758164143726236058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/3758164143726236058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeling-better-today.html' title='Feeling better today'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00451424644674961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STXag4dD7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m4XrhFdxg/S220/snow+dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-7434191113320796277</id><published>2008-12-09T15:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:18.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs with Blogs</title><content type='html'>Momma posted my blog here so other doggie friends can find it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogswithblogs.com.au/theblogslite.htm"&gt;http://www.dogswithblogs.com.au/theblogslite.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to other Dogs with Blogs pals!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to comment and share my blog - it makes me feel good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOF!!&lt;br /&gt;Destiny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-7434191113320796277?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7434191113320796277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=7434191113320796277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7434191113320796277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/7434191113320796277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/dogs-with-blogs.html' title='Dogs with Blogs'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00451424644674961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STXag4dD7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m4XrhFdxg/S220/snow+dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-4878120093607530793</id><published>2008-12-09T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:59:16.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not hungry....</title><content type='html'>Heeewwwooo ewybarky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma keeps making me food, and I keep trying to tell her I dont want it.  She made me rutabagas, noodles and tofu last night.  I ate half of it, and went and took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I wanted to just lay on the couch and watch TV... but Momma made me more food, and I didnt eat any of it.  Then we did fluids, and I cried and cried.  It hurt this time for some reason... wooooooooof :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Momma left me to watch Animal Planet.  Maybe I will get my appetite back after watching TV and sleeping.  I got really tired after playing with Derby Sunday and romping through the fields at the farm.  It takes longer for me to get my energy back now-a-days... I'm not the spring pup I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its snowing today - I love snow.  I did get outside this morning and enjoyed it - I got to bite at the snow on the ground, roll around in it, and got snow on my eyelashes.  Snow has to be the best thing on earth... its so pretty, and fun to play in.  Momma and I used to go snowshoeing, and we used to go "ski-jouring".... we went for miles and miles... we had so much fun and adventure.  Those were such great times.   Momma said this morning that if I am feeling better this winter,  we will do it again.  Maybe not go miles and miles... but we will go out on the trail.... and I will lead my pack.  But for now, a nap is in order, and I will dream about running through the woods, jumping through the snow, and making doggie-snow angels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-4878120093607530793?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4878120093607530793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=4878120093607530793' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/4878120093607530793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/4878120093607530793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-hungry.html' title='I&apos;m not hungry....'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00451424644674961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STXag4dD7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m4XrhFdxg/S220/snow+dog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-6932624027240217843</id><published>2008-12-07T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:20:47.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We had FUN!</title><content type='html'>HeeeeeeWOOO ewybarky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH what a good weekend!  Now that I am taking my antibiotics - I feel SO much better!  Momma cant believe what a difference its made!  I've been eating lots of good food, sleeping through the night - and today I went to Derby's house - and we played and played!  I was jumpin around and trying to bite his ears because he had a blanket on his head - then peek-a-boo Derby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Momma, Mike, Derby and me went to the farm - we chased geese, and ran, and played in the snow.. it was fun fun fun!  Momma had so much fun watching me, she forgot to take pictures! Silly Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a great weekend, but I am super sleepy now.  Hope everyone enjoys the snow as much as I do!  WOOF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-6932624027240217843?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6932624027240217843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=6932624027240217843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/6932624027240217843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/6932624027240217843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-had-fun.html' title='We had FUN!'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-5075560371125739274</id><published>2008-12-05T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:29:39.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hewoo eweybawky</title><content type='html'>Hewoo... Its me, Destiny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Dr. N.'s office.  Its a good thing Momma took me today... I do have an infection, (vaginitis)  and something called protein losing nephropathy... (which Momma said she will need to google search later) but Dr. N said that if I take my antibiotics, it will clear up in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Momma was REALLY happy when Dr. N said my creatinine level is down to 2.1!!  That is down from just a little over a week ago from 4.2! YAY!   And, if I stay healthy, I dont have to go back to the Dr's for two months.  That is very good.  I mean, I like Dr N. and everything .. but ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did lose a pound, so I only weigh 34.4 pounds right now, but Dr. N. said that if I am a good girl and take all my medicines, and my creatinine level stays down, I will start gaining weight.    The good news is I can eat what ever I want.  Having a fever was not fun, and that is why I was so uncomfortable and kept waking Momma up in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma is getting ready to go to a pawty... she said she wasnt going to go if I wasnt feeling better, but now that I have eaten my dinner, and taken my medicines, she said she will go, and I can watch Animal Planet.  I love watching Animal Planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STmbeSQTq6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/daAWcr9oy8c/s1600-h/P1010591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STmbeSQTq6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/daAWcr9oy8c/s320/P1010591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276419383039863714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Momma.. you better get going or you will be late for your pawty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me the remote... I'll be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-5075560371125739274?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5075560371125739274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=5075560371125739274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/5075560371125739274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/5075560371125739274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/hewoo-eweybawky.html' title='Hewoo eweybawky'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00451424644674961907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STXag4dD7FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m4XrhFdxg/S220/snow+dog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAhI908UTZI/STmbeSQTq6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/daAWcr9oy8c/s72-c/P1010591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-8243234579127117337</id><published>2008-12-05T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:36:05.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma is taking me to see Dr. N.</title><content type='html'>Ya.. I had a pretty good night last night... but Momma has noticed that my "girlie parts" are raw and has a brown discharge, and she is now thinking that might be why I am so uncomfortable.  We are going to go find out if I have an infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell Momma where it hurts.  I know Momma is really worried right now, and I just want to tell her it will be ok.  She has been crying alot about me... which makes me sad.  I know she tries hard to be upbeat around me, but I know she is sad.  Its really hard because I am doing the best I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let everyone know my report when I get back from the vet.  WOOF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-8243234579127117337?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8243234579127117337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=8243234579127117337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/8243234579127117337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/8243234579127117337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/momma-is-taking-me-to-see-dr-n.html' title='Momma is taking me to see Dr. N.'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-5658577347912215908</id><published>2008-12-04T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:58:41.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a creature was stirring.. not even me!</title><content type='html'>Much to Momma's delight - I slept through the night last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma fed me mashed rutabagas, egg noodles and hamburger/turkey mix with my medicines last night.  It was very tasty - I ate a BIG bowlful.  After dinner, I rested and watched TV with Momma and Mike.  Momma let me out before they went to bed, and I didnt get up again until Momma's alarm went off this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Momma was done her coach calls, she gave me my SQ fluids.  Once we were done with that she noticed that my bum was a little dirty.  Hey - if you had long fur and your diet consisted of rutabagas and stuff, your butt might not be too pretty either.  So, Momma decided to give me a bath while she took a shower.  The water was very warm and felt good on my back.  After, I got wrapped up in a warm towel and hung out in the bathroom with the fan going until I dried off a little.  Momma fed me my breakfast and went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma said that she has tomorrow off from work, so we can spend the day together - YAY!  She said we will go for a walk, and on Saturday we will get a Christmas tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-5658577347912215908?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5658577347912215908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=5658577347912215908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/5658577347912215908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/5658577347912215908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-creature-was-stirring-not-even-me.html' title='Not a creature was stirring.. not even me!'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-8114183533548437717</id><published>2008-12-03T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:25:43.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Date with Derby</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Mike picked me up and took me to his house.  I was a really good girl, and got to hang out with Derby  - my spotted-step-brother.  He is a real twerp.. but I like him.  He is a five year old Dalmation.  Yup.. he's a whipper-snapper.  Here is a picture of us hanging out together this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk286/cillygirl222/?action=view&amp;current=P1000676.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk286/cillygirl222/th_P1000676.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" style="width: 160px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma came and picked me up after she got out of work.  I didnt really want to go home... I like it at Mikes house alot.  But, once I got home, Momma fed me some yogurt with my medicines mixed in, and we went straight to bed.  I know Momma was tired from the night before because I had kept her up... poor Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma let me out at 12:00 before we went to bed, then I had to get her up again at 3:00.  I stayed out for 15 minutes, and Momma had to coax me back inside.  I just want to sit outside lately.  Its nice and cold out, and it makes me feel better.  I went back inside because Momma made me, but had to go out again in 45 minutes... so woof woof woof... I woke her up again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, we made our way outside, but this time Momma made me come right back inside.. then she told me I had to settle down.  She put a cold pack on my back and kept moving it from my back to my face.  That felt good.  Then she put a hot pack on my back, and the cold on my face.. and kept switching.  After 15 minutes of that, I fell asleep and didnt wake Momma up again.  I think Momma is really smart for thinking of that.  I'm sure Momma was happy to get some sleep too.... even if it was on the couch with me curled up beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma decided not to do my SQ fluids this morning, but said we might have to do them when she gets home from work.  The vet said I had to have them daily for a week, and that was one week ago yesterday.. so maybe I can start just doing that every other day.  Lets hope so... but Momma said she was going to call Dr.N. today to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma said she will make me up another batch of rutabaga's tonight!! She left Animal Planet on for me today, so I am going to rest and watch TV til she gets home.  YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-8114183533548437717?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8114183533548437717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=8114183533548437717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/8114183533548437717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/8114183533548437717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/play-date-with-derby.html' title='Play Date with Derby'/><author><name>Cilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709426663062285909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/ST87oX7kTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbF9XQdcGAM/S220/P1010510.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981112375920613998.post-1695412876192684465</id><published>2008-12-02T16:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:34:12.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is MY blog... WOOF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/STXMtvzrzWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/GPjSn_n536o/s1600-h/snow+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwAqEjF8L_8/STXMtvzrzWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/GPjSn_n536o/s400/snow+dog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275347624833830242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about time Momma let me start a blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Destiny.  I am 12 years old, and I am an American Eskimo Border Collie Mix. I am looking forward to my birthday celebration in January when I turn 13 - finally - a teenager!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last April I got awfully sick.  Momma took me to the vet, and found out that I have Chronic Kidney Failure (CRF).  We suspect that my kidneys got weakened back when I was 7 and got into some rat poison.  I got really sick back then too... but have been relatively healthy all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in the hospital for 4 days while I was getting my system flushed and got lots of fluids.  It was touch and go for a while, and I know my Momma was very sad without me.  She just got dee-voorced from my Poppa... and I know she didnt want to live alone with out me... so I got better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home from the hospital, Momma had to give me fluids under my skin (SQ Fluids) every day.  I didnt mind ... it was actually quite nice to be patted by Momma for 20 minutes a day, and she would sing to me my favorite songs like "Jiggly Pooch.. Jiggly Pooch.. fuzzy little pup all stuffed with fluff"... hee hee.. my Momma is funny...   Also, after I got my fluids, I got a "Frosty Paws" ice cream for a treat!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I only had to get the fluids twice a week, and I had to go back to Dr. N every 6 weeks.  I was feeling MUCH better, and had a great summer!  Me and Momma went camping, hiking, boating... we even went to a doggie party!  It was alot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, recently, I havent been feeling good again.  Momma took me back to the vet, and I lost 5#'s... so I only weigh 35#'s right now.  My creation level is at 4.2... which is up from 2.8 from the last visit.  I like the Dr's who take care of me, but if they leave me alone for too long I bark and make a nuisance... so they bring me back to Momma in the waiting room to sit with her.  Hee hee. I show them not to leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Dr. N tell Momma that my potassium levels were low, and I needed to start taking Aluminum Hydroxide so I would stop barfing up bile.  She told Momma that I can eat what ever I want, just so long as its not fatty or greasy.  The main thing is, I need to gain some weight.  Dr N. said she wasn't going to count me out yet.  Good thing, because I am not ready to be counted out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma is pretty upset since the last visit.  I know she is just really worried about me.  I havent wanted to eat much the last few weeks... but this new Aluminum Hydroxide medicine seems to be making me feel better.  Also, Momma has been giving me more benazipril for my high blood pressure.  I also have to eat yucky fish oil supplements.  I dont like them, but Momma says I need them for the Omega 3's.  What ever that means.. blech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is, after my vet appointment, Momma dropped me off at Mike's house (Mike is Momma's boyfriend... I really like him alot because his Mom feeds me treats and lets me watch TV all day)... and he gave me some Rutabagas - YUM YUM YUM! They are so good! I ate them all up!!  Mike called Momma at work to let her know that I ate them all up, and Momma was very happy.  My Grandpa owns a rutabaga farm - I cant believe I havent tried these before!! Now I get them every day, and all the medicines that i have to take are mashed up in them.  The rutabaga's are so tasty I dont even notice the nasty fish oils! YAY!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, now Momma cooks for me every day.  I could get used to this kind of treatment! She makes me egg whites and boca burger.  She told me this morning she found a recipe for tofu, beans, and she will mix in rutabaga - sounds good... we will have to try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a bad night.  I woke Momma up at 2am to let me out.  I had to pee soooo bad.... and, I just kinda wanted to stay outside.  It was sort of nice out... and sitting on the porch was making me feel better.  Of course, Momma cant sleep when I am outside... poor Momma.  She did make me come in after a while and we watched Animal Planet together on the couch... but I had to keep getting up to go out to pee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma called Mike today to let him know I wasnt feeling well, and he picked me up from the apartment - I got to ride in his van!  I cant wait to tell Momma about  my day.. she is at work right now, but when she comes to pick me up, I will tell her all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to know people are here to take care of me.  Thanks for reading my blog.  I think it will help other doggies and dog-moms out there who have CRF.  Momma was saying there arent many happy stories.  Sure, I have some bad days, but I have had lots of good days.  I am really happy Momma gave me a chance back in April and spent all that money on me.  I know its been expensive for her to do all my treatments and buy all my medications... but I am doing the best I can to be with her as long as possible.  Most days are really good so far.... and thats all we can really ask for - right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/981112375920613998-1695412876192684465?l=awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1695412876192684465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=981112375920613998&amp;postID=1695412876192684465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/1695412876192684465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/981112375920613998/posts/default/1695412876192684465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awalkwithdestiny.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-my-blog-woof.html' title='This is MY blog... 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