Today, Thanksgiving Day, was beautiful…bright, sunny, warmish and such a delight. We’ve had cold rain and high winds much of this week and today was a gift! Much of last week was sweater weather for the dogs and jacket weather for me. It’s a foretaste of what’s to come and I think, and have been saying for months, it’s going to be a harsh winter. In more ways than one.
The dogs don’t put up much of a fuss when it’s time to put on their sweaters. All I have to do is let them out the door and they rush back inside as if to say, “Mom, did you forget??”
Abbie feels the cold because she has old bones and Sadie feels it because she has a short coat.
Sam isn’t wearing his sweater yet; he has a longer coat and doesn’t feel the need to don his cold weather togs.
We have a new household member; she’s a seven year old broken coat Jack Russell by the name of Sophie Lauren Butterball and she’s a handful. Dave and I had planned on adopting Sophie and just because Dave passed away is no reason not to give Sophie a home at Thistle Cove Farm. Sophie’s human Pa had cancer and died and her human Ma had to find homes for Sophie and the other dogs. Sam, Abbie and I first met Sophie at the vet’s office where Sophie dragged her Ma over to meet Abbie. That was the first test; Abbie was fine with Sophie and Sophie loved Abbie. Perhaps because she saw “one of her own kind”? I wonder. Anyway, here it is a few months later and Sophie now lives with us and appears to be adjusting very well. She loves doing chores, loves sniffing around, loves the beef bones I roasted for them for Thanksgiving and loves sleeping with the pack all in one bed. Well, okay, maybe she doesn’t love this as much but she’s okay with it and we’ll take that for now.
Sophie has been good for us, I think. Sam was, still is a little, depressed and it’s been good for all of us to “get outside ourselves”. A few days ago, I told someone the most courageous thing I’ve done lately is get out of bed in the morning. Your prayers have aided me and God has given me His strength; for all I am so grateful. Please forgive me for not saying ‘Thank You’ more frequently. When God brings you to mind, you’re tucked into prayer; when you do a kindness for me, you’re tucked into prayer. I so greatly appreciate each of your comments both here and on your blog. So many people have left so many kind notes; truly, it brings me to tears.
My heart has been broken and your prayers are the glue that’s putting me together. I’ll never be the same, not sure I’d want to be the same, but please keep praying. When I’m in a puddle on the floor, sobbing my heart out, God hears your prayers; He sees you standing in the gap for me and He answers and we are both blessed. Oh, don’t think my halo isn’t tarnished; I’ve said a few bad words lately; sometimes the emotions are just so blasted overwhelming the bad words act as an outlet and I succomb then tell God I’m sorry. No, I’m not proud of failing but also don’t want you to think my halo is on perfectly straight and hand polished. Ahem. It is not.
Friends came over today to make sure I wouldn’t be alone and to share the meal. We had such a good visit! They are all animal people and don’t mind the dogs loving on them and Jo and Mel even took home the latest kitten I rescued. Another blessing!