Over this holiday weekend I've been blessed to be in a love fest.
I watched as my kids, without a word, emptied trash, ran the dogs out and did all they could to help while they were here.
I laid in the floor to watch the Cubs stomp the Cards but had the best time with my granddogs.
Each one has their own unique personality and it was like catching up with an old friend. Kelli's dog, Brandy, and I have a long history of "psych chats" Brandy was abused by her previous male owner and it took her a long time to trust us. She walks up to me, sits down, looks at me with those soulful eyes and I ask, "Brandy, do we need to have a chat?" She gives me a couple of whimpers and I start talking to her, asking about her day and she contributes with a few whimpers, a good ole dachshund a-roo-roooooo and after about 10 minutes she's done.
Katie, Kiereney's dachshund, has lost the light from her eyes. She is very depressed and wouldn't even play "get Katie's nose" with Grandma. Her eyes are not showing a physical pain(Grandma examined her from nose to tail) but she did seem happier with us and didn't hide in the bedroom as she's taken to doing at home. I spent a lot of time with her in the floor just looking into her eyes and petting her and giving her a massage. When she left, I felt like I would never see her again.
And the new kid on the block, Molly. She, too, has a story to tell. Except we know who abused her and threatened to put a bullet in her brain. To this day, we can't get a collar or harness on her without her totally freaking out and chewing out of it. I think with love and time, I can get her to do this. Yesterday, she wanted to give me a hug. She thinks she's a lap dog(part Lab/part Dalmation) and the girls have her where you ask her if she wants to give you a hug and she puts her long front paws around your shoulders and puts her head on your chest. I got lots of Molly hugs yesterday.
And I have discovered another lump in my throat where the cancerous thyroid was removed. I have been trying to convince myself the last two weeks that it is my imagination, it's scar tissue, etc. but everytime I swallow, it's there. My voice is cutting out again. I've noticed some breathing issues. These were the symptom that presented that lead to the surgical consult in 2005 and you know the rest of the story. My 3 year anniversary is July 19. I will be calling my oncologist and see what he wants to do.
In the meantime, I am leaving you with a video that lifted my heart this morning. I first heard this song on Touched By An Angel by Wynonna Judd and this morning I came across it again by Avalon. I have been blessed by so much love this weekend, both human and canine, that it seems a great way to start the week.
Testify To Love
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