Posts Tagged ‘death’
Remember my post about Bamboo, our little foster dog? Well he was officially adopted yesterday and is now in his new “forever” home. I am so relieved he is now settled for good. He was such a good and sweet dog.
Also something else newsworthy. I had submitted my post, My Home for Foster Dogs, and it was published in the carnival blog “Lynn’s Views”. Go on over and have a look at all of the other great pet stories there – http://lynnsviews.net/2010/09/24/carnival-of-dogs-and-cats-september-25-2010/
It’s shopping day today so I’ll let you know tomorrow if I found any great deals.
I think that most followers know my sidekick, Buck the beagle. Where ever I am in the house is where you will find him. He is 7 years old and was rescued from a pound just before he was to be euthanized (more like a bullet in the head, it’s cheaper). He was our first foster dog and just never left. He is just my speed when we walk and I can always count on him to cheer me up when the day is cold and gray. We did adopt him and we all couldn’t be happier.
We have an adoptee in temporary residence with us now. This is Bamboo!
He is the most loveable Pug mix with tons of personality. I don’t know if he was abandoned or owner surrendered, all I know is that he has an abundance of love for whoever adopts him.
Don’t let the docile look fool you. When it comes to going out for a walk you must deal with a whirlwind. It is like trying to harness Tigger. He gets so excited and just can’t wait for you to get ready. Buck, on the other hand, is more like Eeyore and sits patiently. What a pair.
I think nearly every adult has had a pet at some point in their lives. I have always been a cat lover and have owned many. There was the white cat named Charlie Brown by my daughter. Then there was Taurus the tortoise shell, and Miss Fluff our very prissy black and white longhair and finally Mischief, my black shorthaired ball of mischief. All of the cats survived to old age with the exception of Mischief who died at age 3.
I was devastated and cried for days. Mischief was everything to me. I could always count on him to get into”mischief”, hence the name. I was very hesitant to go with another cat as I felt so responsible for Mischief’s passing and could not bear to think I may kill another one. It was just way to hard for me. Our son had been hinting about owning a dog, so, since he was old enough I thought it would maybe be a good time to try one out. I was so lonely during the day and desperately needed another companion, and that is when Buck came to us.
None of these pets were purebred and they all just needed a forever home for one reason or another. I guess I have been rescuing for most of my life and have always had a companion around. Each one has been a joy and blessing wrapped in fur. There is nothing like the comfort of a pet. They play many roles in your life, therapist, psychologist, entertainer, friend, bodyguard, nursemaid, you name it.
Now I am surrounded with all of this and more. Luckily my hubby is the same and enjoys these dogs as much as I do. They can be a lot of work but I have the time now and can devote it to my family and furbabies. What a wonderful life I have.
It amazes me how someone, even after death, can continue to inspire you. We just said goodbye for the final time to my best friend last Wednesday. Since then, I have been creating like crazy.
I seem to have found more patterns, books, ideas, and hints for my crafts lately. It is like being with Marge and bouncing ideas off of her. I am now writing down or saving these inspirations as there are so many that I want to do. I can’t seem to convince myself to do one at a time.
I am grateful to be able to do what I do without pain or disability. I am truly blessed to be somewhat healthy and only suffer the little aches and pains of growing older. Marge taught me many things with her actions, but the one thing that stands out most is her cheerfulness during even the worst of times. Her wonderful sense of humour and love of life is what kept her going.
I have a “happy place” that Marge and I shared and I know I can go there at any time and see her. I always come away content, smiling and calm. What more could I ask for.
Last Friday I lost my best friend to her third battle with cancer. She was always a very cheerful and upbeat person. She never complained and just took life as it came. If she ever frowned then I never saw it.
Please read this story below. Please be advised that some of the images may be too graphic for the queazy:
The Story of Peng Shuilin
In life we keep complaining about what is or why we don’t have. Half the time we seem dissatisfied, though full-bodied and free to choose. Fat people say,”I want to be slim.” Skinny people say,”I want to be fatter.” Poor people want to be rich and rich are never satisfied with what they have.
Peng Shuilin is 78cms high. He was born in Hunan Province, China.
Peng Shuilin, 37, spent nearly two years in hospital in Shenzhen, southern China, undergoing a series of operations to re-route nearly every major organ or system inside his body.
Now Peng Shulin has astounded doctors by learning to walk again after a decade.
Considering Peng’s plight, doctors at the China Rehabilitation Research Centre in Beijing devised an ingenious way to allow him to walk on his own, creating a sophisticated egg cup-like casing to hold his body, with two bionic legs attached.
It took careful consideration, skilled measurement and technical expertise.
Peng has been walking the corridors of Beijing Rehabilitation Centre with the aid of his specially adapted legs and a re-sized walking frame.
RGO is a recipicating gait orthosis, attached to a prosthetic socket bucket. There is a cable attached to both legs so when one goes forward, the other goes backwards. Rock to the side, add a bit of a twist and the leg without the weight on it advances, while the other one stays still, giving a highly inefficient way of ambulation.
Peng Shuilin has opened his own bargain supermarket, called the Half Man-Half Price Store. The inspirational 37-year-old has become a businessman and is used as a role model for other amputees.
At just 2ft 7ins tall, he moves around in a wheelchair giving lectures on recovery from disability.
His attitude is amazing, he doesn’t complain.
“He had good care, but his secret is cheerfulness. Nothing ever gets him down.”
You have a whole body. You have feet. Now you have met a man who has no feet. His life is a feat of endurance, a triumph of the human spirit in overcoming extreme adversity. Next time you want to complain about something trivial, don’t. Remember Peng Shulin instead.
So, what does this have to do with my friend? I received this in an email from her on May12th. I don’t know why I kept it but I did find it incredible and inspiring. This morning, when I checked my emails, I saw one new email. Nothing at the top was highlighted. I scrolled down and saw this email highlighted. The family said no one went onto her computer until after lunch, I received it at 8:15am.
If my friend trying to tell me something? Is it a message from the afterlife? Who knows, but, it did have me freaked out for awhile.