A Perfect Fit

Nona http://heblewherakiss.com/wp-content/uploads/bfi_thumb/Nona 3-333zye7cqde1xbf69ruk22.jpg Nona Sleeping http://heblewherakiss.com/wp-content/uploads/bfi_thumb/Nona 4-333zye7cqde1xbf69ruk22.jpg Nona and Chuck http://heblewherakiss.com/wp-content/uploads/bfi_thumb/Nona 5-333zye7cqde1xbf69ruk22.jpg Nona With Her Bandanna http://heblewherakiss.com/wp-content/uploads/bfi_thumb/Nona 6-333zye2tw2uv59oavwnwga.jpg Previous Image Next Image As many of you can relate, being a pet owner carries great responsibility, with both challenges and surprises. However, the payoff of companionship and unconditional love outweighs almost any sacrifices made along the way. Angie and her husband, Chuck, had the privilege of being “parents” to two sweet little Rat Terriers, Patches and Tana, for many years. Each had their own personality totally different from the other. And just as children have their moments, their “kids” had theirs, causing them to jokingly adopt the term “Rat Terrorists” when referring to the pair. After fourteen years as a happy little “family,” Angie and Chuck faced a terrible void. Their two four-legged children passed away about a year apart. It was with great sadness they had to say goodbye to such loyal companions. For some time, trying to replace Patches and Tana was the last thing on their minds. The couple also knew that having a pet oftentimes makes planning trips more difficult. So they decided it best to wait. After experiencing a year of no responsibility, so to speak, Angie had a moment of weakness and asked Chuck if they could look at adopting a dog. Angie, having such an affinity for helping others, wanted to rescue an orphan that needed a good home rather than seeking out a breeder. Chuck, being such a soft hearted individual, agreed so they went to a nearby kennel to check out what was available. They weren’t looking to acquire another terrier...

A Visit From Matthew

I was 19 when Matthew died. He was roughly 4.5 years when he passed from a Grand Mal Seizure. Such a tragic end to a wonderful beginning… Matthew and his brother Christopher were the second set of twins in my family. We were over-joyed when my Aunt Vicky finally announced we had some boys to add to the girl heavy family! The boys were born premature, but my, what spirits they both had! From an early age, I remember noting to myself, the joy and humor they found in life! As time passed, Christopher advanced more quickly than Matthew, but that never seemed to hold Matthew back. Both boys were such a joy, and so happy too! I remember “test” babysitting at the age of 17 when the boys were 2. Matthew sitting in his wheel chair, wearing his trachea, glasses and hearing aids had the whole world fooled upon first glance. But once I got close, I saw his old soul and the mischief that bubbled beneath his snowy white skin. Was it the unruly curly blonde hair? We looked at each other in askance wondering what to do next…Within seconds, he ripped off his glasses and threw them across the room. I retrieved the glasses and signed “No!” to him. He giggled his challenge and then removed his hearing aid and threw it across the room. Seriously!?! I was not about to be outdone by this wild child! But he had other ideas… While I was chasing his hearing aid, his giggles started in earnest when he threw his other hearing aid clear across the other side...

Goodbye for Now

Submitted by Paula Timpson February 2010 Saying goodbye to a loved one is never easy. Even if it’s just a cross-country move, an extended trip or vacation, or ending a relationship; whatever the reason, we never like to be separated. The loss can sometimes be very painful. The fear of separation can lead to depression and other medical problems. In the case of losing a loved one in death the results can even be traumatic. What needs to be realized is that death is not the end and it is not the last we will see of our loved ones. In fact, we should be happy for them because they are no longer confined to their earthly bodies and their spirit is free at last. Paula once again was faced with a loss. Her grandmother that she dearly loved had passed and now it was her Aunt Eleanor. This was her father’s sister. A dear soul who began suffering from health issues including kidney failure. Having to undergo dialysis was challenging. Her body had become weary and she was painfully aware of her physical limitations. Knowing her time was near, Eleanor had made peace with her family while at the same time trying to comfort them. Paula knew what was best and tried to keep a strong front but she wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye. Leaving the hospital Paula looked into her father’s eyes. She could see the sadness there, but he too was trying to be strong. When they arrived home Paula went to her room and began praying the rosary. Attempting to cope with all the...

The Phonecall

Submitted by Willa Weller October 2009 If you have not read Daddy’s Little Girl, please click here to read it first. It seemed as if a lot had transpired the last few weeks. Willa had finally gotten a car along with a strangely unique tag to accompany it. She had also felt the excitement and happiness of knowing her father was still watching over her, even though he had passed a few years earlier. Each night she would fall into bed enjoying a good nights rest. This night would prove to be unique in it’s own rights. Willa was in a deep sleep when the peaceful silence was broken. Her groggy mind tried to comprehend why the alarm clock was ringing when she came to the realization that it was the phone forcing her awake. Reaching over she picked it up and could hear the faint sound of a woman’s voice. She sat up thinking that whoever was on the other end sounded like they were very far away. The woman’s voice said, “Willa, is that you?” Willa responded, “Yeah, who’s this?” “It’s your Aunt Bay. Are you okay?” Willa had never met this particular Aunt but she was aware of her. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” said Willa. “Well, I just wanted to check on you,” said Aunt Bay. Then the phone went dead. Quite confused Willa hung up and called her mother. She asked who Aunt Bay was. Her mother wanted to know why. Willa repeated the conversation she had with her Aunt Bay. Her mother, somewhat surprised said, “That’s impossible because Aunt Bay has been dead for...