A Little Fairy Showed Up in the Night.

Posted by Barbara Techel

IMG_1986 1200It seems 304 Kettleview Court was a random act of kindness hit over night.

John opened the front door this morning to let Kylie out and between the doors was this sweet, pink dog bed. No card. Just the bed.

Well, of course, a fairy must have left it. They don’t write cards. They just sprinkle their magic fairy dust to leave their gift into whatever it is they wish for it to be.

Wherever you are little fairy of sweetness, we say a gracious thank you. I do hope you read blogs so you see our thank you… from me and Gidget.

As you can see, Lil G is quite happy with her new cozy spot to nap her days away as her mama works. We hope you are enjoying a well deserved little nap too. Sweet dreams little ones…. sweet dreams.

NOTE:  I wrote two blog posts today, so just wanted to let you know as I’m not sure how and if it shows up in your reader if you subscribe that way. It was a goosebump morning that I had to share what transpired and didn’t want you to to miss it.

Joy Angels: “Greeter for the Animals, All of whom are blessed.”

Posted by Barbara Techel

IMG_0581Joy Angel, Frankie

I recently ran across this poem about losing a dear beloved pet. It resonated with me on many different levels. I especially loved this line, “Stop thinking, and just feel it. And let love do the rest.”

One thing I continue to be so grateful for before Frankie passed away, is exactly this. I was in the moment of each second, minute, and hour before she passed away. It was a gift to hold her in my arms and thank her for everything she did for me. I set aside the pain and sadness I knew was coming. I knew I would feel it and move through it soon. But in those hours I just wanted to BE with her. Our souls touching, connecting, feeling. Not for one last time, but so that I could recall it and feel it when I need it most.

Frankie, like all animals, truly are Joy Angels, if we can find the courage to let them be just that. Enjoy the poem.

Joy Angels

by Lisa Dingle

I sat still, in the waiting room
My old dog at my feet
Another tear had made its way
Haltingly down my cheek.

I heard a voice, from ‘cross the room
And I realized that she
Was speaking, so very softly
To the old dog, and to me.

“Ah, he’s an old boy, and you’re sad,”
With that much, she had surmised
What we were doing here today
I looked up, into her eyes.

She smiled, just a little bit
She asked me if I knew
Where he was going after this
And my head and heart withdrew.

“I don’t believe in bridges
Made of rainbows.” I softly said
Reaching down to lay my hand
Atop my old dog’s head.

I heard her rising from her chair
She came and knelt beside my boy
And she said she had to tell me
About angels filled with joy.

“Ever since I was a little girl
I’ve been able to see
And talk to those who’ve gone before
And they have talked to me.”

“When a child leaves this world
They have a special place
In the next world they become
‘Joy Angels’, filled with grace.”

“Joy Angels have their pick of roles
And the one that they love best
Is as Greeter for the Animals,
All of whom are blessed.

“For every single animal,
Whether wild or quite tame
It works out every single time
And it’s always just the same.”

“When an animal is entering
The bells begin to chime
And a Joy Angel is right there for them
Every
Single
Time.”

I searched her eyes for some sign
That she did not believe
That she was telling me the truth,
Or that she was naive.

She looked at me, and then my boy
“Can I just suggest… “
“Stop thinking, and just feel it.
And let love do the rest.”

And too soon I was cradling him
Gently in my arms
I told him not to be afraid
Not to be alarmed.

I loved him so very much
He was such a good, good boy
And he had someone waiting for him
An angel, filled with joy.

And when I got home I whispered,
In a house quiet and still,
“Take care of him”, and I swear I heard
A small voice say, “I will”.

Shared today in special memory of friends who have recently lost their beloved pets: For Mary and Weaver, Jodee and Sargent Harvey and Scotty and Maggie.

 

Wise Yellow Dog Predicts Spring Soon. Come See.

Posted by Barbara Techel

IMG_1980 1200Later yesterday afternoon, as we often do on the weekends, John and I sat in front of our woodstove. Kylie resting on the sofa next to John and Gidget curled up next to me sitting across from them.

We, like many of you, are anxious for spring. We wonder if it will ever get here. The anticipation has really been building and especially after a pretty brutal winter. It has just made it all that more challenging to not want to shout each day, “Hurray up and get here spring!”

As we sat gazing into the fire burning in the woodstove last night, John glanced over at Kylie. “Spring is almost here, Kylie. I’ll bet you can’t wait to smell all the smells of spring. It will get here. Just you wait and see.”

Her head perched on the yellow pillow, yellow dog truly has no worries if spring will arrive. She just knows. That is what dogs do. They teach us to just be in the moment. To trust. To have faith.

If Kylie could talk I’d think she’d say:

But papa, it is already here in many ways.

Can’t you feel it in the warm sun on your skin?

Can’t you see it in the light? It is brighter and longer now in the sky.

Can’t you hear it in the chirping of the birds every morning? They too say, it is on its way!

And the smells! oh the smells!  Haven’t you been watching as my nose is to the ground every morning and evening? Oh, the delicious smells!

I know you know it is here as I linger longer outside each evening and my ears do not seem to be working again when you call me to come in.

So you see, it is here. I’m your reminder to see what you sometimes cannot see. I promise you, spring is already here, and will continue to be here if you just listen and pay attention to wise yellow dog.