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Sam ( my min pin) was restless, he was awake licking my hands while under the covers…then jumped off the bed, rushed by the door and stared at me. It’s been only 2 hours and he interrupted me..i was finally enjoying my stay in lala land. Then the barking and wanting to go out goes on…he was whining forever. Sure enough, he wins but this time he wasn’t rushing out the patio to pee, but to the front door with non-stop barking.  Then we heard banging. RUDELY LOUD at the wee hours like 2 am!!!  Outside were 2 RCMP officers eager for us to open the door. It scared the living daylights out of me. I opened it and asked kindly…anythng wrong? we were all asleep, sorry if we didn’t hear you. Both of them gave me the stern look and instantly asked for my daughter’s name. If she lives with us and all that. As a mom, I was about to faint…I thought she snuck out, in some kinda trouble or worst..something bad happened to her. When I answered, they went straight to her room without a warning and there she was all bundled up sleeping like a log. Light was  turned on and we shook her so many times to clear things up. The officer looked around and saw her new phone on her bed and tried talking to her, dazed and confused with half eyes open, she was explaining herself. Not even a day old, she is a happy owner of a “BlackBerry Curve” and it already created some kind of technology crap! It’s freaking sensitive that it dials 911 emergency. An hour ago she told the operator it was an accident but cops still came. It’s a common problem for that kind of phone (but obviously didn’t know the origin of her call cause they didn’t get the memo) and they just want to make sure she is in no danger or whatsoever. But when they called to confirm, she was sound asleep and they waited half an hour calling her back and knocking on our door. What a shame…kids and their gizmos !!! I am hoping that will be the first and last.  Now I am sheepless and just watching the time. …For sure, I’m getting a headache in the middle of the day..It will hurt By the way…I gave Sam a treat his skinny ass was delighted .

There is sadness that has a hold of  me today. I woke up at 5 am, just a little 5 hours of sleep. I peeked out the window, it was all foggy. The snow has started melting from overnight rain. I don’t like the rain…. Rain  is depressing and makes people cry. We  feel the slowness of things, it’s silent, misty and it’s the tears that makes us weak.

I turned on the telly, watching the world in minutes. It was a mistake, too many sad news, alot of bombings, issues on global recession…there will never be peace on earth. This is what I believe in, no matter if a great man like Obama steps in on the 20th and tries his very best. The world is scary and strange in a lot of ways. Some are programmed to rule and destroy while others work hard in spreading good deeds. We all know it & wonder why?  Enough current events and media crap!

I need to get ready, I am going to work even if I received bad news from my Specialist yesterday.I’ve learned that once again, I am going under a surgeon’s knife and now it’s more serious and complicated. That’s what’s occupying my mind, just to be truthful of the facts. Somehow I am convincing myself that I am unshakeable. My doctor blatantly toldme, “we’re taking your uterus out, and that’s all we need to do”. It’s called “partial abdominal hysterectomy”! I’m like…Sure!!! Idon’t need it. Go ahead! what else do you want? He laughed but he knows behind those words that I uttered were concerns. It was different though this time. My reactions were abrupt and just ready to go with the flow.

Here i go again. I must accept change coming my way. I pictured myself for a moment…withering like a rose. I can tell I am in a strange state because I have not the slightest inkling what I mean. All that clicked to me …was my family. It’s my hubby…he over thinks sometimes and he gets all weird. I know he just loves me  and wants me to be okay. He’ll pray for me, no doubt.

We’ll fight later… kiss and make up!  Everything’s back to normal. I should go. I want some tea.

Thank you! Thank you! It’s another glorious day for me. Why? Because it’s my birthday  Although the snow has never stopped falling, and ice is building up on the ground I just have a warm feeling inside me, that today is going to be a good day. Everything around me is powder-white. The trees, houses, all were blanketed with snow. At the stroke of midnight, my kids gathered by my bedside and greeted me “happy birthday” with the usual iloveyou’s, hugs & kisses.  I was happy, it made my heart happy. 

 I hardly slept.  Shiloh (my dog) was sound asleep,  as a matter of fact he was snoring. I turn to him and  there I was … crying. Everything is changing in my life.  I have so much in mind, that I seldom think a clear thought. I am somehow sporatic the past few months, my brain is scattered and my hormones are in a riot.  Often times, I wake up in the middle of the night to read a book …which I’ve been trying to finish for so long now. Is this what you call, “pre-menoupausal syndrome”? Oh well, it’s no fun! I have mixed feelings (physically & emotionally), good or bad, I can’t really tell.  I am more sensitive than usual. I want to be appreciated more. I worry like crazy and I’m becoming over-protective on my girls. Is this how it’s suppose to be when you’re in your 40’s? There’s a fear in me that always seem to be brewing, about the safety of my loved ones.  I don’t know what it is, but hope is never lost. I ‘m prayerful and I know they will always have guidance from up above.  Despite of all the health issues that concerns me, I am thankful for countless reasons. Life first of all is precious, my faith, my family … everyday is brand new.

After the death of my mother, I find it hard to let go. I try to put memories in the back of my mind when I’m alone. I know that life goes on and I don’t want to drown myself in sorrows for I have a family of my own to take care of. But when you lose someone, you lose yourself. You want to go with them, even if it scares you half to death. I guess, I have immense love for her because she was a very giving and true person. I could never get over her passing and my biggest thanks is…she was chosen to be part of my life. I know I will never fill this empty spot inside of me…but I believe that I will be okay. I will be better. I just need to let time heal its wound.  At this age, I still need mothering, not to be nagged or scolded, just to constantlybe reminded that I am a daughter too , who needs attention & most of all  someone who believes in you and for whatever it is, you will be accepted &  loved unconditionally. Cheers as I celebrate this day to the woman who sacrificed a lot! Cheers to you Mom.

p.s. i will share my blog about her  later on.

January 1st we watched the movie Marley & me and I left the theater hoping that everyone would go to see the film. As sappy as I normally am, of course I was heading out with tears in my eyes.some may think I’m silly but for me, I have learned more the significance of having a pet as a companion. I, personally have two extra-ordinary babies at home which I have rescued from two very different families. My shiloh ( a lhassalier) was given to me, because his owner was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis which is very debilitating. It was just love at first sight and he hopped in our car with no hesitations at all. The other one is Sam (a Miniature Pinscher) his owners were newly wed and just don’t have the time for him. I thank God, every single day for having them, they have made our family much closer and the joy they give us is just immeasurable. I just couldn’t imagine life without them now.

Marley and Me a salutory lesson on how to give and receive love from your pet.

By Lisa Lange 

The movie’s important message — that adding an animal to the family means making a lifetime commitment to treat the animal like a family member even when he or she is unruly, hard to live with, ailing or old — is something that all of us need to hear.

Unless you work at an animal shelter, you’d probably be surprised at the reasons people give for getting rid of their dogs and cats. The animals, they say, are a bother. They bark all the time, take too long to house train, have fleas, keep getting pregnant, are too aggressive or are too timid. Countless people toss out their “pets” as they would an unwanted piece of furniture when they move or have a baby.

As the number of foreclosures goes up, the problem has gotten even worse, and some people are simply leaving animals behind to starve inside empty houses — although they manage to pack up their televisions and video games. Local authorities have found starving cats and dogs locked inside abandoned homes or chained in backyards; in desperation, some animals have tried to eat drywall, plastic and garbage just to survive.

When I lived in Louisiana, I used to volunteer at the local SPCA. One Saturday, I worked at the intake desk and watched as people came in and gave one sorry excuse after another for giving up their animals. “I got new furniture.” “She just sits there.” “She’s no fun now that she’s older.” One man brought in two sweet Doberman pinschers who’d had their beautiful Dobey ears chopped into triangles and their tails whacked to a few inches. As he dropped off his dogs, he said simply, “I am moving.” These are the people I hope will see this movie.

Dogs and cats are a part of the family, for better or for worse, and when we bring them into our homes, we have a responsibility to love and care for them the way that Owen Wilson and Jennifer Aniston (playing John and Jenny Grogan) love and care for Marley in Marley and Me. The Grogans stuck with Marley through tipped-over tables, shredded couches and eaten necklaces. They took the time to properly introduce him to their children and were with him as the aging dog began to falter and it was time to say goodbye.

I also applaud the filmmakers for changing the plot of the best-selling book by having the Grogans adopt Marley from a rescue group instead of buying a puppy from a breeder. Every puppy who is purchased from a breeder or pet store means that a potential home won’t be available to a dog in an animal shelter or a breed rescue group whose life depends on being adopted. People who are determined to have a specific type of dog or cat can adopt the breed of their choice at a rescue group or an animal shelter. And although I recommend giving an older animal a second chance at life, if you have your heart set on (and the time to spend with) a puppy or kitten, rescue groups have those too.

In the trailer for Marley and Me, Owen Wilson reminds us, “A dog doesn’t care if you are rich or poor. Give him your heart, and he’ll give you his.” I hope this movie inspires people to stand by their animal companions — even when it’s not easy — and to love them unconditionally, just as they love us.

So please, go see Marley and Me, and take a friend. And when you have the time, money and patience to bring a dog or cat into your life — after the hectic holiday season — visit your local animal shelter and adopt one of the many animals who aren’t as lucky as Marley was.

– Lisa Lange is the senior vice president of communications for People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals.

P.S. I hope you learned something from this article whether or not you love animals
Thank you for reading…