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Staying calm


Friday, January 11, 2013



I recently dug back in my old pictures to look for something lovely to use for my opening screen on the Ipad Mini that Santa brought me. I keep fighting the urge to call it a minipad.

So that is the picture I chose. That is my grandfather, whom we called Pop. I have come to realize that he's one of the best people that I've ever known. That sounds weird. Of course I always loved him, and we had a special rapport and he was an awesome grandfather. But he was the kind of person whom everyone loved. He was a positive force, saw the glass as really full even if it had been knocked over, loved my grandmother with all her warts (and in fact wore his rose colored glasses when he looked at her), was kind and respectful to EVERYONE. He was also funny as hell. Gosh I find myself smiling as I write this, I'm so sad today and struggling to keep my head up.

When he finally passed away at age 92, my husband told me he wanted to remember how Pop never complained about how he felt or that he was ill and was just pleased to be wherever he was and make the best of it. I'm really off on a tangent - but I think one of the secrets to longevity is the ability to take change and make it yours - keep moving, accept that the world and your life are not static, and do the best you can with the hand you're dealt. It doesn't mean blindly accept and not try to change what you do not like or see as unjust - but accept sometimes, you will fail. And you just keep trying. And loving.

So this picture was taken in November of 2008. And it's got some of my very favorite things in it! emoticon

In the center, as noted, you have the amazing man, Pop. He'd just turned 90 that summer and now when I look at that picture, I think holy cow - sure he looks like an old dude, but does he look 90? He is an inspiration to me.

On the right you will see the delectable little Miss GILDA. Gilda was our second pug. She was with us for a very short 18 months. She was a raggamuffin little scamp, who arrived at our doorstep with some baggage we hadn't known of, grabbed our hearts and ran! She was a delight and joy for nearly every minute....her illness was hard on us all and I felt she was cheated.

And on the left, you have THE MAN. This is my little gem, my world, my delight. An all-too scant 8 years ago this month, this little man entered our lives. We'd just lost our cat Murray. We always called him 'our son'. No, my husband and I do not have human children and I know furbabies are not the same as human ones! Well, Murray was with us for 14 years and his loss was devastating. I'd been yearning for a pug for years, but was more a 'cat' person. And Murray was an ONLY CHILD. Those of you with furbabies know, sometimes you've got a personality with you who says...."um, listen, I'm the only one, ok? Got it? DO NOT bring any other living creature into this space, because I absolutely am not able to share".
I felt getting a pug was different, and Murray would have been deeply offended had another cat been allowed into our home.

Enter CUBBY!! Yep, that's him. We didn't really know how old he was. Rescue said maybe 6? Our vet said maybe 3? 5? no clue! He came from Jacksonville, was apparently found wandering around. Can't for the life of me imagine someone intended for him to get away! What an amazing life force he has been....

So we're drawing to a close. I feel calm - much as I did when Pop died...he's had a long life and one as great as we could make in the time we had. The next few days won't be easy. We don't want to misjudge. The vet said he will try to keep going for us, even if his body tells him otherwise. And we do not want to do that to him.

He's sleeping right now. I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to do today. Hubby had to leave and I have to get to work...might go in and just came back home a few times. I could take him...but we might have visitors in the office. Dunno. Looking forward to being off the clock, so I can hold my little treasure as much as he can stand (which is a lot, mind you). He loves his snuggly pouch - I call it the meat pouch but it's basically a snuggly for small dogs.

Gonna buy some special cans of food for him today. And we will celebrate him for the next few days as much as he is able.

Whew.

sorry kinda weird post but it's just where I am! He's my world.
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OVERWORKEDJANET 1/22/2013 8:35PM

    I feel for you.
I lost Dad this year at 88. A man of similar temperment as your Pop, he never had a bad word for anyone.
I also lost my Oscar this year. The best Dachsund ever.

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NETTYBREAD 1/11/2013 10:12PM

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Thank you for sharing and reminding me to cherish all that is precious to me like your Cubby. My heart - aches for you at your time of sorrow, but you are finding all that is good like your Pop would.
Thinking of you and your Cubby.
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FIFIFRIZZLE 1/11/2013 6:17PM

    Your dear little dog!
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SWEETLIPS 1/11/2013 12:17PM

    What a wonderful testimony and I so enjoyed this. No, your Pop did not look 90 and his skin looked so soft. Blessings to you.

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CAPECODBABE 1/11/2013 12:13PM

    Your grandfather looks like he was a wonderful man.

Our furry friends are such great parts of our families!

Feel blessed

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