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Traumatized Flower…..

My son was getting married. It was his first marriage and he had no children. No child support or alimony to pay, which is a very good thing. It was an exciting time…we were looking forward to going.

I knew his wedding would be in Charlotte, NC and of course I wanted to bring our dogs. I even suggested that Flower, our Therapy Dog be in his wedding as the “ring holder”. She could also help calm the nerves I thought, yea that was a good idea. She provided therapy after all to patients and residents in convalescent centers, assisted living facilities, retirement homes, etc. Surely there could be a place for her at their wedding. She could do her “job” and work the wedding guests with her big brown eyes that speak volumes to us humans.

What else could she participate in? She couldn’t serve guests dinner, she couldn’t help clean up tables, she couldn’t dance or be the Deejay, and she couldn’t be the minister. I was running out of ideas. My son had already told me that Flower was not going to be in the wedding, dogs were not welcome. That didn’t matter to me – I still thought up suggestions on duties she could perform.

Last attempt – maybe she could be a bridesmaid? Has anyone ever had a dog as a bridesmaid? The thing about it was, she was our dog and didn’t belong to the bride – so that was a no brainer. That wouldn’t work. Flower did have a cute dog “dress” she could have worn though.

OK, I told my son, who continued to tell me that Flower couldn’t come to the wedding – I guess I’ll have to board her. Her and I are a team when we do our volunteer therapy work. She whines and cries when I leave her at home. We are inseparable.

The question is – who would miss who more? I think I know the answer to that one.

Boarding results – more on that later.

Pet Therapy – honored to be a part of it….thank you RebelMouse !

Days like today…

Today is glorious ! It is beautiful ! We have warm weather, sunshine, and a brilliant blue sky here in Hampton, Virginia. I took my two dogs for a nice long walk, which they sorely needed. I can’t complain about our weather – it is unpredictable here on the east coast, and us Virginians are used to it.

It does, however, bring back vivid memories of walks in the park with my Mother as soon as the weather grew warm !! By this point, she was a resident in an assisted living facility. My dad, her husband had now been gone for a few years. He passed away in 1999.

Mom needed to get out of her room at the AL facility and as often as I could I would pick her up and we would go for a walk. Many times, I would bring her to my home, out to eat, to visit friends, or just a drive through her old neighborhood.

She enjoyed these times so much, as did I. When I realized she didn’t have any decent walking shoes, I purchased her a supportive pair, which included Velcro straps making it so much easier for her to put on and take off her shoes.

I would pick her up at the assisted living facility and she would have a huge smile on her face. I would ask her, are you ready for a nice walk? This also included, but of course, a blueberry muffin or donut and a cup of coffee on the way home.

Our German Shepherd was still fairly young and would accompany us. He was big enough to ensure that Mom could steady herself if needed, putting her hand on his strong back. He seemed to know that Mom needed his help so he stayed close to her side. What an amazing dog he was, he was so tuned in to Mom, that he would ensure his step would align with hers, never leaving her side.

It makes me smile as I remember his attentiveness. With a spring in our steps, we would start walking. Sometimes, we would talk. Many times our walks were silent. We just enjoyed each other’s company. Many times, she would mention how much she missed her husband, my dad, who passed in 1999. By now, her disease was taking her memory which was slipping further away each day. Her memories of her husband were fleeting – but somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, she managed to remember her husband of 44 years.

These were such good days. Mom was the trooper and forged ahead with determination! It was calming to me as well – as we both enjoyed the freedom of a beautiful park. I would ask her about her friends at the assisted living facility, what kind of food they ate, did she play BINGO, did she have visitors to her room ??

The younger years of my life always flooded back to me with fierce passion. What a wonderful childhood I had, I was so grateful that this was my Mother.

And so, we continued our walk.

This is my Mother. I loved her so. Those were great days. Today would have been perfect for a Mom/daughter walk.


Selfie of “mom” and 4 legged girl…

My girl, Flower, on the couch with me. I grabbed the camera for a couple of dog and Mom “selfies”