Angel of Love: What Mama Means to Me

IMG_1921 eSome of my most treasured moments are spending time with my mom. A week or two before Christmas we always get together for lunch. I love my one on one time with her.

No matter how old I get she will always be mama to me. When I call her mama, it is in these moments I feel incredibly grateful for her and find it hard to find the exact right words to express this to her.

This special Angel of Love holding a little pup is new to my branch tree this year. Gifted to me by my mama.  She understands the deep love I have for my dog’s. I never gave her grandchildren, but many grand-dogs. She has loved me through many things. Sometimes not understanding my choices, but always loving me.

When I take down my Christmas ornaments, the Angel of Love will not be put away in a box. She will fly out to my writing cottage and reside there for me to remind me of my mama’s never ending love.

My mama. My friend. My guide. My angel.

 

Life Uncommon: My First Connection to the Other Side

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERACassie Jo, April 2005

Maybe it’s because it was the first Christmas without her that I relate the song by Jewel, Life Uncommon to her. And maybe it is because of her I think of this song because she taught me to start living my life by my own definition.

In July 2005 we said goodbye to our chocolate Lab, Cassie Jo, who died from bone cancer. A cancer typical in the breed, but not typical in where her tumor was located. On her hip, and partially grown into her spine. Nothing we could really do for treatment for her, but try an experimental drug. We brought her home and loved her more deeply than ever for the remaining time we had with her.

There’s a line in the song, “set down your chains.” John related that to Cassie Jo finally being free of the cancer that invaded her body for eight months. The next line, “till only faith remains” would be my test to build my faith that I will see her again one day– that we would always be connected– even when death took her away from me physically.

Each Christmas John and I have a tradition of taking a drive, looking at all the holiday decorations lit up at night. Christmas 2005, our first one without Cassie Jo joining us for the ride.

It would become a tradition to play Jewel’s Christmas CD as we made our way throughout a few small towns near our home.

As the song Life Uncommon came on I felt tears well up in my eyes. My heart ready to crack wide open thinking of, and really missing, Cassie Jo. The ache deep wishing I could hug her once again.  I also wanted to know if she was okay.

The moon so bright that night. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I looked out the car window, the Christmas lights on the homes a blur. It was then I saw her.

Galloping like a small pony, ears flying in the wind, a smile on her face. In my head I heard her say, I am happy and free. I’m okay.

For some time after that I questioned whether or not I really saw her. Was it really just my imagination?  Did I truly see her or was it just an image I made up?

The more I have lived into my faith and truth, the more I know I did see her. She was there. I believe this. Since then, I’ve had more experiences such as this with animals that have passed. I consider it a great gift to experience visits from the other side. It brings me much comfort.

For quite sometime after Cassie Jo passed and that moment, I felt her guiding me, becoming my spiritual guide. She was the heart dog who started it all for me. She helped me to get out of my own way and start taking steps into who I really wanted to be. She is why I became a writer.

Merry Christmas, my sweet Cassie Jo. Though you rest higher in spirit now, I always think you this time of year.  I just wanted you to know. Though I think you already do.

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The Gift that Keeps on Giving: Merry Christmas

IMG_1924eMy Christmas gift arrived on November 14th.

What a blessing are those that rescue dog’s in need. They are a gift.

Those who foster and open their homes to dog’s waiting for their forever home. They are a gift.

Finding the perfect match for human and dog heart to connect. This is a gift.

The foster or rescue person who allows their heart to let go, so that the heart of another can be fulfilled. This is a gift.

Nothing to unwrap under my tree this year.

My gift sits beside me. Not only today, but for many days, months, and hopefully years ahead.

The gift that lives always in my heart.

The gift of a dog. Today. Past. Future.

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