Just about ready to get my Christmas cards started, but I had to set the stage.
Ready, set, begin.....well now I am distracted, and have to sip and sing!
I have had several blogs in my head, so maybe I had better jot it down. These days you never know when the thoughts will just leave your body, like a demon! Poof, gone and then you look around to see if indeed your head turned like in the Exorcist!
My blog for this perfect day, is about Lucy.
Lucy Mae Baron, our black lab, that rescued my family.
When we lost our beloved son to the chains of drugs, we died with him. I know we all have grieved differently, but all was lost. Our boy, grandchild, brother, uncle, cousin, friend. These fall days, that are so special to so many, makes it harder for me to breathe.
There was a time, the first two years, that I woke Bill up on many occasions and asked him to take me to the nut house. Whatever you call a place for "Crazy", I need to go. I could not see how I could continue to live. Bill, in his calm way, his only way, would say, " What could they do with you?" "For You?" I had no answer, then he would just pat my back. This was just too much, and I was going to a place of no return, I had to get busy.
I began to look for a dog, Yes we needed a dog. Something we could love and take care of, who needed us. Who would allow me to think of something else, beside how much I hurt.
The family was not fully in my corner. Forever we have had animals, but at this time, we were dog-free.
They were probably thinking it would be too much of a burden for me, I was unable to care for myself or others, how could I take care of a dog!! They should have known me by now, I was getting a dog, period. I had a plan.
Went online and did my research. I needed a smart dog, truly I was not in any shape to train a dog. Little did I know that she would train me. Miss Lucy would give us hope for another day, make us get up and take her out, play with this puppy, give us some relief from this horrible pain.
This black lab angel dog, came to stay and lead us out of the deep hole of grief. ( I just screamed shi*, fu*k, while Mary J was singing, NOEL!!! my computer went blank, and I lost it!!) ( Now I have returned to my holy place!!)
Bill walks Lucy, Hart plays ball with her, Emma takes up the slack and I get to love her, as we all do.
I am thankful for this gift, who sheds all over, weighs a ton, and loves us to pieces.
She is out back right now, hunting down her squirrel friends, and then will sit at my feet while I get my cards ready.
Grateful and lucky, that's me.
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