CONSEQUENCES

I remember as a kid hearing the word consequences.  My mom was big on that one.  I was punished a lot as a teen. Those were the consequences of me shooting off my mouth.  Some people learn and some never do...  

 A New Beginning

I don't care what anyone says you never get over the loss of a pet.  We lost Chase in December of 2019  He was almost 19 years old.  Our world was changed forever.  Then in February of 2020 the Covid Pandemic hit.  Life as we knew it took on a whole new meaning.  The new norm was working from home, standing in lines to go into the supermarket, and masking it up.  Wow!  I took a hiatus from writing and believe I was going thru some kind of depression, as was the rest of the world.

In August of 2020 Chelsea passed away one week after turning 18.  We were devastated all over again.  Our home became very quiet.  Having pups had changed our lives.  They were always in the thick of things.  They had become so entrenched in our lives it was hard to get used to all that quiet which at times was deafening.

Tom and I had discussed getting another dog but we both knew that we weren't ready.  Eleven months later enter Chi Chi.  My daughter and son-in-law had adopted her as her previous owner could not keep her.  They brought her on vacation with us and it was love at first sight.  Chi Chi took to me instantly.  We became almost glued to the hip.  

Chi Chi is a six pound Chaweenie.  She is an adorable little love muffin.  Suddenly our hearts opened wide to accepting another pup into our lives.  A month and a half later Chi Chi officially came home with us to stay.  She is a bundle of pure energy and keeps us on our toes.  She catches on easily and has learned several phrases.  

Just when you think you can't open your heart again that ray of sunshine comes bursting through!  That is our little Chi Chi aka Cheech.  Welcome home Cheech!

   

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TRUMP TRAIN

Rest In Peace Chelsea (Doomie) Bonaldi

 August 29, 2020

Another tough decision was to let Chelsea go today.  I knew it was right when Chelsea bathed my face with kisses when we were in the Vet's office.  She had just turned 18 years old on the 24th.  She was my very special girl.  Chelsea was what I considered a cat in a pup's body.  She wasn't your traditional love monkey.  She was always self-sufficient.  Yet she was always under my feet.  We miss her terribly.  The house just isn't the same and our lives have certainly changed.

We love and miss you like crazy Doomie Girl.

Rest in Peace - Chase (Gizzie) Bonaldi

R.I.P.

Chase (Gizzie) Bonaldi

02-21-2001 to 12-10-2019

There’s a heaviness in our home and it is so quiet.  Chase (Gizzie) Bonaldi has left a hole in our hearts that will never be replaced.  He was a million in one pup.  Everyone who has ever had the pleasure of meeting him automatically fell in love with him.  There was something about him.  And that doesn’t even include his antics.

Chase came through odds that were unbelievable – but then again there were so many prayers sent up when he had been really ill back in 2009.  The doctors weren’t optimistic with his prognosis but Tom and I did not waver.  We stood on the promises of God and in time Chase came through.  Some of the doctors had even been shocked.

Chase had what I had called “Chaseanality”.  He was a loving pup and wanted to be with us as much as possible.  He had truly been a lap dog.  We loved him and he knew it.  In turn he gave us unconditional love.

Last night had been a long night.  There was too much room in the bed.  I can’t even explain how I feel besides empty.  I miss that little guy more than words can express.  I miss that special look, I miss carrying him around like a football, I especially miss kissing that little furry face – and having those kisses returned ten-fold.

My heart aches as I know we have to look for a new normal.  Right now nothing feels normal.  Even Chelsea is feeling it. 

Thank you for the outpouring of love.  We really appreciate it.

Faith

My writing has really been struggling this year.  Talk about a hiatus - it's been too long really.  I think I fell into a depression without realizing what was happening.  It started when I had gained close to twenty pounds within a couple of months.  Next came the many doctor visits for different things.  Until finally the discovery of the C-word and then the subsequent surgery.  
My family and friends pulled together to help me get through it.  Of course it hadn't helped that I had just started working again and didn't have time to take off.  I know what you're thinking so I won't even go there.  I was worried about many different things and not only work.
Needless to say I was back to work in a week.  It wasn't enough time but I pulled it off.  I wish I could say that the surgery had fixed everything.  Of course it fixed the biggest problem - it got rid of the cancer.  Thank you Jesus.  
It's not quite a year that I am now cancer free, and believe me, I thank God every day for that.  Yet, I don't feel any better.  I am still getting monitored, they are testing that my medication is adjusted accordingly yet I am still sluggish.  Throw menopause into that mix and you have some combination.  I go to bed tired and I wake up more tired than when I went to sleep.  It honestly doesn't make any sense.  I am tired of being tired.
The weight still hasn't come off.  Not that I am trying much mind you.  I don't have it in me to exercise so I can't even go there.  I am lucky if I can make it to eight before contemplating the bed.  Not fun.    
I went on vacation with two of my girlfriends and had to push myself each morning just to get out of bed.  Sure, we had a blast, crossed two things off of my bucket list, (another blog) and it was a fantastic time.  It would have been better if I had been thirty pounds lighter and not so tired. 
So now what?  Find another doctor.  Keep looking for what?  I'm really not sure at this point.
Exhaustion is a hard battle to fight.  Especially when you do not know exactly what you are fighting.  It's been ongoing and uphill all the way.  So, I put it in God's hands and trust that He will pull me through.  And He will.  He always does.  All I need to do is to continue to have faith.  

2019 - The Year of the Bucket List

I have the book.  I have the list tucked inside my mind.  Yet I hesitate...  Why?  The moment it goes down on paper is the moment it becomes REAL!  It's there.  It's front and center.  You can't take it back.  Not that I would want to...  The only thing is that if I do not achieve the goal wouldn't that mean failure?
At first I thought so.  My Bucket List is not so big but to me it's a real tall order.  I mean, I am reaching.  I guess I should start with the things I had already accomplished on my Bucket List.  I traveled on a plane by myself.  That might not mean much to some people but to me that was major.  I knew I had to do it for myself.  And that is as good a reason as any. 
So - there's one for the book...  

Now - I have how many more pages to go...  I have accomplished more than I actually give myself credit for.  I have quite a few goals that I still need to achieve.  With a book like this...  Well - that's half the battle!