Gotcha Day (a few days late)

It's hard to believe three years ago this little guy came into our lives. I'm busy trying to get one not so little guy into his first year of college, and I missed celebrating Blogville style with Newby.

But he doesn't seem to mind as long add extra snuggles come his way.

I Got in Trouble

I don't know if you can tell from this post but Miss Dixie is quite upset that after such a long hiatus that Newby was featured in the first return post. She has chewed me out and made me promise first dibs on any grilled chicken falling from the counter.

Who knew she'd be such a diva??

Hello, Blogville!!!
Hugs and Kisses,
Miss Dixie

Hi

Newby wanted to say Hi to everyone in Blogville.

My Heart is Broken

You see Milo AB Off the Radar (aka Mr. Velvet Ears, Dohcephus, Dohregard, (I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way) My-Doh (My-Doh, My-Doh, talkin' bout My-Doh oooooh) became sick Wednesday. Vet visits, iv's, pain meds, x-rays, staying up with him night after night…. nothing worked. By today at noon he was dead of renal failure.

I know many people will think this is silly, but you all know how we feel... to us our dogs are our other children…. our family. We had him eight days shy of 10 years and 9 months. We got him when he was 8 weeks old and weighed a whopping 800 grams. Right now all I want to do is sit and cry, just like I have since he died in my arms at 12:25 pm.

Mark and Reed built him a coffin this afternoon. We've all been digging up his grave spot at the back of the property where he loved to go (and we hated him to go bc he was hardheaded and wouldn't come back when we'd yell because there was always one more squirrel to chase or chipmunk to run to ground). He was the smartest dog I've known… and stubbornness and diva-like in his demeanor… but he was my baby. 

Today was awful. Today my heart broke off a big portion and it is buried in the ground where I will never get it back. Today the Rainbow Bridge has another playmate. Run Fast and Free, My Love.

 

Happy Second Gotcha Day, Newby!!

I know. I've been awfully quiet. Things have been crazy, and not like 'busy' crazy but 'hand me a bottle of bourbon and a handful of Xanax' kinda crazy. I have been quiet, but I cannot stay quiet today.

Because no matter how bad I feel, how crazy my head is, how things are going to hell in a handbag, a little guy is always there as my best friend. Happy 2nd Gotcha Day, Newby!

The very first picture Mrs. Jessica sent to us.

Here he was all scared and wondering what was going on  6/5/12.

And here he is.... King of the House and Love of my life!! Tonight Mom is BBQ'ing some chicken, we are going to set up the tent a watch a movie in the backyard, and have a special dessert just for Newby.

Sending each of you many hugs, much love and all our prayers.  

No Firemen Were Necessary....

Keep Lily's and Muffn's mom, Kim, and Grandpa Bob in your prayers. They figured out he is having complex parietal seizures and now they have found another oddity with his heart. I know she is worried sick, their family, too, and she needs a bit of love and prayers.

And now for something a little funny.... Reed's cat (totally another long story for another day...) was treed by the dogs. They can't tree a squirrel, but they can tree a cat. Who knew?

So Many Emotions and Such a Need for Peace

We are thinking about what Lily's and Muffn's mom, Kim, is going through with Grandpa Bob. All those feelings and worries that keep her up at night, the uncertainty of the future, and the pressure it puts on her whole family. We are keeping her, and all of you, in our prayers.

2014 is not getting off to a good start for many of us. Many are without jobs, many have health issues or family with issues, money seems to be a big problem with everyone right now, and just so much stress.  Seems the need for a positive thought and a good prayers are increasing every single day.

So I'm sending everyone my good thoughts and prayers right now. I hope that you can feel this virtual hug from our little family to yours, and you can find, like Newby often does, a measure of peace so you can rest.

When you are sending out your own positive thoughts and prayers, keep in mind my Uncle Bob. He was told his cancer is back, again. This time he is just too tired to fight it. We are all so discouraged and disheartened by this news. He is very special to me and many.

Much love and many hugs to all of you!