And so it begins–my journey without her by my side. She has left me.Continue reading “Godspeed Bess”
I’m waiting for results of x-rays and blood tests; Bess had a difficult night. My heart thuds dully in my chest. I’m reciting part of a poem by Thich Nhat Hanh as a mantra in order to calm myself: “Breathing in, I calm my body, Breathing out, I smile.” (I’ve managed three of the four; there is no smile.) I know her time is limited, she’s had several “Hail Mary’s” over the past year. I pray for another and contemplate. Although her beginning lot in life was brutal, our five years together have been filled with hilarity, the unexpected, and never, ever dull!Continue reading “Balancing the Scales”
Bess was my first attempt at fostering a dog. You could say I failed. But you’d be wrong. I hit the jackpot with this girl. It was our first barn hunt together. I had no idea what I was doing. And I didn’t think she did either due to the fact that she failed the rat instinct test.