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Morning sunshine

Sunlight is streaming in this morning and the reflection off the snow is blinding – in a beautiful, sparkling way.

There’s a sun puddle covering most of our living room and the only thing missing from it is old dog.

Frankie loved the sun puddles and even more so in winter and especially as he aged.

He’d hoist himself out of his posture-pedic dog bed and shuffle to the center of the room where the carpet was warmed.  With a huff and a grunt he’d settle in, stretch forward and back and, I swear he’d smile.

Frankie with one eye open, is lunch ready?  An Emjayandthem (C) photo

Frankie with one eye open, is lunch ready? An Emjayandthem (C) photo

With one eye on me, he’d drift between sleeping and snoring and active fridge monitoring, the warmth of the sun enveloping his old bones.   His sighs could be heard from the next room and beyond.

It’s mornings like this one that something as simple as sunlight can make me cry.

an impression of Mr. Bear's paw; an Emjayandthem (C) photo

an impression of Mr. Bear’s paw; an Emjayandthem (C) photo

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

*I’ve had – and loved – plenty of pets in my life.  But I’ve never had one quite like my Frankie.  I’m learning there’s no “statute of limitations” on grief.    Is there a pet that you still miss to this day?

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Sounds in the night

The other night, a ferocious thunderstorm woke me up.  Rain lashed the house and thunder rumbled around us. I sat up immediately and it took me some time to get settled again.

It was what I didn’t hear that grabbed my attention.

No scuffling.  No nails on hardwood.  No sighing and licking of lips near my head.

You see, there is no longer an old dog leaning in, asking in his own sweet way to maybe-possibly-I’d-just-love-you-forever-if-I-could-join-you-in-that-bed kind of way.

When he was a tyke, he’d bound up the stairs and launch himself onto his bed of choice.

As he got older, he learned the boys’ beds were fair game but ours was a permission-only zone.

As he got even older still, he’d plod up the stairs and deposit himself next to my head, sigh, and lick his lips.

And in the flash of lightning I’d see his sweet old eyes staring back and me and I’d hug his neck and we’d gently lift his 68 lb arthritic self up onto our Queen bed, smoothing out a spot just for him.

And in the rumbling summer storm sounds that followed,  the one that lingers with me still was his sweet sigh of contentment.

Oh how I miss that old fellow.

Me and my bear. An Emjayandthem (C) photo

Me and my Frankie bear. An Emjayandthem (C) photo

 

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

 

 

 

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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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A lone wolf

Recently,  I realized something about myself that I had never acknowledged before. It’s not serious, but it’s given me insight as to why I do (or don’t do) certain things.

Which way to the bargain corner? photo credit the-wolfs.web.com

 

You see, coming from a rural upbringing, I’m used to being resourceful. Frugal you might say.  Don’t get me wrong – I’m no martyr.  I like to buy things that inspire me but, of late, not much has.  I have simple tastes and have been happiest with a box of garage sale books and $.99 music downloads from Amazon.com.

I’m not a name brand shopper.  I don’t care about the latest & greatest.  If it fits and flatters my body, I buy it.  (And I am hard to fit.)

In the past, I’ve been invited to spend the day shopping with other women at an outlet mall.   Instant panic and beads of sweat ensued.  Now I know that there are many who would enjoy this. Me?  A stick pin to the eye would be less painful.

I think it’s mostly due to my background: being the youngest of 5, shopping was a twice a year excursion that translated to a painfully long day.  By the time it was my turn to finger the goods, I didn’t care what I got.  Plaid pants and a purple bubble top?  Sure! Orange jumpsuit?  Super Duper!!  Stand around all day, starving and hoping for a diversion?  Rather have a migraine, thanks.

To this day, I avoid shopping in herds.  Why?  I’m a lone wolf shopper.

If something has worn out and needs replacing, I can get it during my lunch hour.  In, out, done.  No purse holding necessary.

Christmas shopping?  Not a problem: make a list, check it twice, research online and *poof* done.   And … buying for others? Just plain fun!

Grocery store?  No worries, mate.  Just print off my grocery list, check the items needed. In, out, done.

So…  I’ve been invited to a Miche purse party and I won’t be in town on the party date.  No problem; the hostess sent me her web link to peruse.   I feel a bit obligated to buy something because she’s a hard working gal whom I know could use the money.  Except for the fact that I do not need another purse.

I have a small collection of $5 and $7 handbags from the bargain bin at big chain stores.  I change purses with the season or … when I feel like it.  I’m a Gemini; it could be a Tuesday and I’ll declare – let’s go pink today!  Otherwise, I stick to my basic black (winter) or a linen looking in summer. That’s it.

I have never carried a $200 designer bag and I never will. Why? Because if I don’t have $200 to put in the bag, I don’t need a $200 purse.

Back to the Miche purse party.  The premise is that you buy a basic “shell” and dress it up with interchangeable covers, straps, and charms.  A moderately sized Miche purse with 2 covers and some snazzy straps prices around $120.  They are fashionable and trendy. Super cute.  I understand the concept but, for some reason, I resisted ordering.

And this weekend, it came to me why:  

Farm girls don’t have purses with wardrobes.

Does this look like a girl whose purse sports a change of clothes?

In my heart of hearts, that’s who I am.  I still am that braid-wearing, pony-riding, calf-wrangling girl who cleans up with Jirmack shampoo and some Bonne Bell lipgloss.  I still am the girl who attended Bridal showers in the United Church basement, where brides got what they got and there was no such thing as “registering” (ugh).  I am still the girl who can fix a fence, deliver a foal, drive a tractor and prepare an entire meal without ever opening a box.

I don’t enjoy shopping in herds and I don’t like spending money on “stuff” I don’t need.

I’m a farm girl and a Lone Wolf shopper.  In, out, done.

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Too many people spend money they haven’t earned, to buy things they don’t want, to impress people they don’t like. – Will Rogers

 

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