Sisters From Another Mother…

Sisters From Another Mother…

Shortly after Callie was diagnosed with Canine Lymphoma in October, 2015 I joined a Facebook Support Group for Canine Cancer. I saw a post by another member from Maine so began watching for her in the group. One day she posted a photograph of her dog Maddie which took my breath away. Maddie and Callie could have been litter mates they resembled each other so much. Both jet black with flippy floppy ears, deep brown eyes and labrador mix. The poster lives north of me and I adopted Callie Ann from a PAWS shelter in Calais which is also north. Callie Ann was part of a litter of nine jet black puppies so I wondered “Could it be?” I finally got the nerve to ask the owner where she got Maddie and she told me she rescued her off the street. The vet thought she was probably about four months old so the dates didn’t coincide. Yet in my mind I began to think of these two brave fighters as “Sisters from Another Mother”.

Our beloved girls both lost their battles; Callie on November 6 an Maddie on December 7. Maddie’s mom and I shared our grief because Maddie was her “heart” dog just as Callie was mine.

I made up a little poem and started posting it every Sunday morning at 0733 along with a picture that I’d put their names on. I try to use photos that I’ve actually taken (like the cover photo for this post) but must admit that stock photos are usually nicer than anything I photograph. When I decided to leave Facebook, I continued to post the poem and picture on Twitter every Sunday morning and have my daughter post it on her Facebook timeline so that Maddie’s mom can see it. I try to alternate their names weekly ~ Callie first one week and Maddie the next.

“If tomorrow starts without me, don’t think we’re far apart, for every time you think of me, I’m right here, in your heart.”

#PrayerForMaddie#PrayerFor Callie

#SistersFromAnotherMother

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And here are our angels!

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Taking The Plunge…

Taking The Plunge…

I started this blog to chronicle my AT hike which I realize now was just an attempt to escape PTSD ~ something I had under control until 2012. I’ve made a few posts about my abusive childhood but like so many of us, life got in the way. The death of my “heart” dog Callie Ann, a beloved friend’s suicide and the multiple medical problems of my beautiful German Shepherd Sasha. In the process I found it necessary to end a somewhat long relationship with my therapist, a LCSW. I found another one I liked only to learn my insurance won’t cover her fees because she’s a Licensed Clinical Professional Counselor (LCPC) as opposed to a Licensed Clinical Social Worker. Insurance companies and even states vary I’ve learned so in my downtime I might write an appeal to my health insurance company. Until then, I’m just going to dive in; get it out of my head. For me words are a catharsis. I use words to give shape to my experiences. Words help me “see” who I am, what I’ve done, where I’ve been, where I’m going. Words help me understand. They are a coping mechanism of sorts, a means of expression through which I can separate the good in my life from the not so good.

Initially I thought it best to blog in chronological order but upon reflection have reconsidered. It would be intensely painful and some days my stress management ability is in overdrive and other days ~ not so much. Instead I’m going to write random entries; if a memory comes to mind I’ll write about it and see where it leads.

Just going to plunge in  because essentially I’ve had:

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I know, I know ~ not related but its a German Shepherd!

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