Memories of Mugen

I’ve been thinking about Mugen a lot lately. I can’t help it. His birthday just passed and then the anniversary of Lucy’s passing came and went and it was so much easier for me to cuddle with him than it was to face my memories of her and how much losing her hurt me, then I lost him too and everything just came down on me. I haven’t been very social since he died, not even with my own family. I know that most of my friends are going to think I’m crazy for this, but I feel like I’ve lost a child. Mugen was my baby! I woke up with him in the middle of the night, I was choosy about what he ate and what he drank, I made sure that he had structured play time and that I made plenty of time for learning for him too. I did everything that you would do to raise a child with Mugen.… [Read More]

Living a Dream

Someday, we will sell this house. I don’t know how it will happen. I just know that it will. When I think back on all of the things that we have done here and the life we’ve had, it makes me sad to admit it, but sooner or later, we’ll have to let it go. We’ve lived here for 13 years. We’ll probably make it to 15 or 17 years before we finally decide that this place is too big for us and move on to something more suited to our lifestyle at the time. Maybe, we’ll move to Florida. The idea of leaving this house behind to someone else, without them knowing its story, our story, just didn’t sit right with me though. So, I wrote a letter to the future homeowners of our dream house.

To Whom it May Concern,

We have truly loved this home. So much so, that I want you, the people that are going to enjoy this home after we have left it behind, to know that a family lived here and loved here.… [Read More]

A Letter to Miss Lucy

Dear Lucy,

Tomorrow will mark the first anniversary of the day we sent you to Rainbow Bridge. I’m going to spend tomorrow at a street fair, having fun and living my life with a great group of friends, because I know that’s what you’d want me to be doing. I plan to be too busy to post this tomorrow, that’s why I’m sending it out to you today. I hope that I’m so busy that I forget that it was the day you died and that I remember instead, the way you lived because you never let a single thing stand in your way. I don’t want to let anything stand in my way either, even if it’s hard sometimes.

A lot has happened this year. After you passed, we adopted Jet and I want you to know that I still wonder if I was temporarily insane. I really think that I wasn’t thinking straight when I adopted him.… [Read More]

Beautiful Day

I witnessed true love today.

I have seen people in love before, but not like this. My husband’s friend and co-worker married the love of his life today and I have no doubt in my mind that she is the love of his life. I’ve met him once or twice. I believe I met his wife exactly once. I may have seen them together for maybe a moment or two and thought they were just adorable together. I didn’t have enough background on their relationship to tell you much about them, so I was complete taken aback when I saw them stand before their friends, family and God and promise to love and care for each other forever. Everyone means it when they’re standing there, I believe that, but no one truly believes that these promises will bind them together, forever and always, the way Paulo and Bonni did. They are so deeply in love with each other that it just shows when they look into each other’s eyes.… [Read More]

Gotcha!


It has almost been a year since we adopted the divine and the lovely Jazzmin. Her 12th birthday has passed and her gotcha day is at the end of the month. Gotcha days are what those of us who adopt second hand dogs celebrate, instead of birthdays. Often, we don’t have confirmed birth dates for our dogs and we’re lucky that we know exactly when Jazzmin’s is. But still, I can’t mark my time with her any other way, so she gets both and as I look back on this year, I can only see it as filled with change. Some was good and some bad and in spite of all of that she has rolled with everything we’ve thrown at her and landed on her feet with style, but perhaps not grace. She is a Labrador and they are not known for being particularly elegant. There is a reason that I refer to my three as “Labradorks”, after all.… [Read More]