Thank You for all your kind and thoughtful comments on Facebook and email. You can't help but feel the love and concern which fills my heart with joy and gladness for having such an amazing online family. Fur babies are really part of our lives and definitely part of our families. It's so nice to know that so many of you totally understand this.
Last week was not one that I will ever really want to remember. The week started out with Buzzy the cat being so sick from what I feel was something he consumed in the barn. Next, it was Cooter who was off to the vet with an ear infection and strained neck. Cooter is my oldest, so it was such a surprise when we found that Zanie (Cooter's son) passed away yesterday morning. I think the saddest thing for me is that I wish I could have been with him as he passed...to let him know he was loved. Sometimes that is the grace of being with your pet when they are to be put down. You are there and they know you are there with them.
When I moved out to the country some fourteen years ago, I thought how awesome it would to breed basset hounds. I always loved any kind of hound because of their sweet faces and their loving and protective characteristics. But soon I was to realize that I was not cut out to breed dogs. My heart was too soft...I couldn't bare seeing all..."my"... puppies go to new homes. It was tough and I made darn sure they all went to compassionate and caring families.
Mamie had two litters of puppies. From each litter I kept three. Crazy! I know! Let's see... there was Zanie, Bubbie and Otis from the first litter and then there was Willie, Bird and Bonnie from the second. All have gone on now except for my Sweet Bonnie and her precious father Cooter. The thing here is when they all are born around the same time, they all leave me around the same time. It's kinda like getting a new chandelier and putting all new light bulbs in it. The bulbs start out so bright, but after awhile they all start to dim and then finally burn out at the same time. Each time one less light...one more broken heart...
I know, without a doubt, that my fondest memories of being out here in the country will always be... having all eight of my kiddos romping around my heels...playing with each other in the sun and of course...chasing after tennis balls. There is nothing, to me, more joyful and sometimes scary to hear and see a pack of eight basset hounds coming for you... to give you what they do so well...slobbery love.
You know, I write this post not for dramas sake or to make the reader sad...but actually purely for me...For me to blog is a way to archive or document events that have occurred...capturing these ever changing chapters of what we call LIFE...
And now it's time for me to move on to the next chapter... holding dear to my heart the thoughts and memories that will shape the things to come.
Thanks Again Everybody!
The Gentleman Crafter