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Farewell to a fur-ever friend

We had to say good-bye to our fur-ever friend, Frankie, earlier this week.

13 years & 22 days with the world’s greatest dog.

So lucky, yes we were.

Smart and hilarious, I found him at the Humane Society of West Michigan.   More about his adoption story here. In his honor, we are going to pay it forward and sponsor the adoption of another mutt for a another lucky family.  He was all about sharing and I think he would have appreciated that.

Frankie as a wee one

Frankie as a wee boy

Frankie arrived when our boys were 6 & 14; He was a first class salesman (he always got the order), champion bed warmer, professional greeter and happiest .. near us.

We enjoyed a great weekend with the kids & grands by the grill (his favorite), not knowing it would be his last.

Frankie's last grill night with us .. just last Saturday.

Frankie’s last grill night with us .. just last Saturday.

He developed a vestibular disorder suddenly,  which as traumatic as it was to witness, had to have been terrifying for him.  But I know in my heart that our presence, our touch, our kisses, tears, sorrow and hugs .. served to comfort him in his hour of need.

Frankie finds contentment easily

He enjoyed cuddles like this one the last night of his life

Thankfully, the situation was short-lived.

I’m grateful for that.

Thankfully, we were home.

I’m grateful for that, too.

It was obvious we had a decision to make that, as sad as it was for us, was absolutely right … for him.

He deserved no less.

And so we stayed with him as he passed on, petting him, kissing him, whispering words of endearment that will never be enough to say all that we really felt.

We bucked up, carried on and, with tears streaming down, did our best to convey our gratitude to the kind of friend you wish could stay in your life .. fur-ever.

Rest in peace, sweet boy.

Frankie’s farewell … an emjayandthem (C) photo

 “If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” ― Will Rogers

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Lessons in peace

“It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.” ― Chuck Palahniuk

I read this quote last night and immediately thought, “I beg to differ!” Of course we learn from pain, from setbacks, and from struggles. But peace also serves as a teacher. How?

Peace teaches us what to strive for.

image from Pinterest.com

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give to you: not as the world gives, give I to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.  John 14:27

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Pushing for normal

Ever woken up and felt a pinch that lets you know  that… ooh … this is not going to be your best day?

I did. Yesterday morning, I woke up to a fat lip and a tingle that told me how, overnight, an excruciatingly painful cold sore had taken hold of my lower lip.  Right in the middle where the coffee cup hits, a spoon rests, and where teeth can connect.  Ouch.

Lysine helps drive it under; image from NatureMade.com

I’ve gotten these beauties since I was a wee girl; probably a leftover from a well-meaning relative’s kiss at Christmas-time. Now … they appear whenever I’m stressed or run-down .. or both.

I had a long day before me then, today and tomorrow … 8 hours of training + a 1 hour commute.  8 hours of training, talking, role-playing, learning and communicating.  All while sporting a bubbly, painful thing smack in the middle of my mouth.  Where I greet people.  Where it can’t hide.  Where I can’t hide it.

What’d  they serve us for lunch you ask?   A salty soup, a crusty bread sandwich and potato chips – Oh my goodness, nerve endings screamed as shock waves of pain radiated through my face.

It looks bad.  It feels much, much worse.

And it reminds me that my “normal” days… my 360 days a year without these …. are pretty darned wonderful …

    What symptoms tell you that you’re stressed?

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