Finding Our Way: Recent Comments

Comment on Gratitude

2010-02-26T16:44:02Z

So sweet.. You truly expressed your gratitude by means of this blog. I was touched with what you've said with your love ones. I am sure they are also grateful of having you in their life. May you find happiness everyday in your journey. :)

Comment on One Day You Finally Knew

2010-02-20T15:34:45Z

Me and my girlfriend come to your site very often. We love reading your posts. Thank you!

Comment on The Elusive Joy of Clean

2010-01-22T03:27:46Z

Wonderful story! I loved the "confrontation" -- I can just imagine it. And since I have the experience of having moved into a new home (where basically I am the only one to make a mess), I have the comfort of cleared surfaces and shiny floors, at least every few days. SO nice. Hang in there and you'll have your clean home back. And congratulations on the Teen Daughter -- I may send this to my way-past teen daughter.

Comment on Today's the Day

2010-01-21T12:50:57Z

Thank you for the kind thoughts and comfort. It's a beautiful phenomenon we get to experience when a family dog takes up residence in our hearts and home. How lucky are we. And man, there is a hole to fill when we have to let them go.

We lost our German Shepherd Noah at 12 1/2 years. I was reading my summary of that ["Goodbye Dear Friend" in this blog]just the other day and predictably still dissolved into a puddle of tears!

Praise God for the gift of Sandy, Noah and Bou!

Comment on Today's the Day

2010-01-21T02:46:25Z

Carrie-I finally got a chance to check out some of the writings you referenced in your email, and I found this post. I am so sorry for your loss. My heart breaks for you. We just lost our beloved Belgian Shepherd before Christmas to liver failure. Sandy was 12 years old. I still expect to see her. Time and God's Grace will help, but a good cry is sometimes the best thing. I look forward to our meeting.

Comment on Today's the Day

2010-01-15T19:04:37Z

Whew. I have to say, today is the hardest day since Tuesday. We can distract ourselves with the commute and work, but today, Friday, I work from home. Bou was always right behind my chair as I worked at my desk. Being home on Fridays was always a special treat because we got to spend the day with each other. Today, it is silent. He's not barking at the neighborhood cat or the trucks or the deer. When I took a break and glanced out the front door to the thermometer I saw 50 degrees (as opposed to the 20's we've been enduring!). I opened the do to feel the air and wanted to say, "Oh, Bou, it's beautiful! Let's go out!" Normally, he'd be out there lickey-split, whizzing in my garden and bounding around the property. But he wasn't there.

I waited for my lunch break and I took a walk outside anyway, without him. I took the same paths past the horses who all stopped to look my way and may have been wondering where my sidekick was; down the dirt road where once a woman I didn't know stopped her car, left it running and jumped out, crossing the road to come over and meet Bou. The horses in the nearby paddock (three of them) came over too. We had ourselves a little party going on there in just moments, with Bou the center of it all. Such was his "star quality." I really miss him.

This must have been what it was like for you, Barbara, in the quiet moments of solitude after you left him with us. Hard day.

Comment on Today's the Day

2010-01-14T13:29:45Z

Carrie,
I'm so sorry for all of you for the loss of Bou. Seems like not so long ago you went through this with Noah. Amazing how dogs can fill up some a huge part of your heart, isn't it?

Comment on Today's the Day

2010-01-14T01:58:29Z

Oh, Praise Be!! this is going to be a great Irish Wake. Let us all grab a glass of good whiskey and gather 'round to tell the great stories of Bou the Bouvier! What a grand time we shall have. So, I raise my glass to you all, Barbara, Carrie, Gil! Bless you for being the ones to give Bou a loving shelter and being the recipients of his funny and goofy and delightful ways. And I raise my glass to Bou for providing the delight and the laughter as he moves across to the other side to bring our greetings there!

Comment on Today's the Day

2010-01-14T01:54:29Z

Oh, Barbara he tried that get-up-get-up-get-up-I-gotta-go-out trick on us too! Then we’d open the door and he’d just stand there. He even found a variation he played on Gil. Sometimes when we did let him out, especially at night, he would go out gallivanting instead of coming back in. So, Gil started getting him back in by giving him a treat as a reward for coming back in. Well. He had Gil’s number. He started begging to go out several times a night – not cause he had to pee, but so that he could come back in and get a treat! Wily guy.

Comment on Today's the Day

2010-01-13T21:47:58Z

Sweet Bou, I've missed him more than I can say but have been so, so thankful that you, Carrie, Gil, Seattle and Mary have been loving and cring for him this past year and all throughout his illness. Carrie, your descriiptions of his day to day activities and habits have been so vivid and familiar, that I could picture him following you around the house and settling at your feed or on the cool hearth, and jumping straight up in the air in his excitement to be fed. He was a wonderful gentle goof, a sweet and willful boy who used to try to con me into feeding him by going to door, as if he wanted to go out knowing that I would get up to let him out, only to back away toward the kitchen in the hope that I would feed him instead. If I had ever let the ploy work he would have done it incessantly. But he still tried it from time to time. I remember his joyous wrestling matches with his best buddy Stella, a wonderful Border Collie mix. He would get down on the floor to be at her level adn they would grow playfully and nip each other until they were exhausted. Then they would sack out until they started up again. When Bou was younger he would chase her with remarkable speed, but was no match for her nimble changes of direction. Even so, his agility sometimes amazed me, like the time when he lept effortlessly from the grooming table on the front porch, to the narrow railing and then onto the lawn, making a big ark of perhaps 8 feet from railing to lawn. He landed like a gazelle and bounded off to welcome the car that had driven into the driveway, containing Andrea and Stella. His one incurable habit was welcoming cars to the property, often facing them off or circling them, to the concern of the driver. He was full of personality, and humor, and affection. I am so glad that his last year was with you where he could still enjoy his walks in the country adn the love of your family. Thank you Carrie and Gill and Seattle and Mary. You were the perfect family for Bou this last year. I will remember him and all of you with the fondest of memories. We are all lucky to have had him in our lives. He was a special boy.