So there's a ball game here in Chicago this weekend ...
Monday, October 24, 2016
Big hearts come in little packages. No truer words were ever spoken especially when it comes to tiny Lexi, a three-year-old Pekingese/Maltese mix with a joy and zest for life life ten times her size. Lexi is a busy New Yorker who hustles and bustles with the best of them - and she does it all on wheels! Serving as an ambassador for both Posh Pets Rescue and Eddie's Wheels, the company who provided her with her custom wheelchair, Lexi is a pint-sized, yet powerful advocate for the adoption of disabled (or specially-abled) pets.
|Photo used with permission of @realhappydogs|
Mary intended to rescue Lexi and perhaps even foster her, but wasn't planning on adopting her. But when they met, it was love at first sight and Mary knew they were meant to be together forever.
Friday, October 21, 2016
If I were a dog, I would be a Terrier. But because I am a parent, friend, and daughter, most days I live as a more mild-mannered and easy going breed like a Golden Retriever. Not that I don't love Golden Retrievers; I do. Everybody does. But it's not really me. I'm a free spirit, feisty, idealistic, impractical, and sometimes mischievous. I do my best to impersonate a Golden, but every once in awhile I get a little crazy and rip up the drapes (not really), vow to quit my job and become a street artist, give a bunch of money away to animal in need OR better yet, bring that animal in need home without discussing it with the rest of my family.
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Three years ago today, we lost our sweet Pip. He was diagnosed in 2011 with heart disease and given six to twelve months. But he defied the odds and lived almost two more years. During that time, my mom battled cancer, my father had heart surgery and then a stroke, another family member was diagnosed with severe dementia, my daughter had her second surgery to correct a congenital birth defect, we bought and sold two houses, and moved twice.
Pip had an enlarged heart that was made worse by a partially collapsed trachea (the result of past neglect). But against all odds, he fought with all his terrier might to stay with us. And when we were finally settled in a permanent home and the various family medical crises were either resolved or stabilized, he let go. I still find it heartbreaking and sadly ironic that he died of heart disease, specifically an enlarged heart, because Pip was ALL heart. He had the biggest, most generous, beautiful heart of anyone, animal or human, I have ever known.
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