tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58596633046799240622024-03-27T02:17:59.266-07:00Assistance for Body, Mind and SoulWest Coast Teamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05734683966026481780noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859663304679924062.post-53504703374589285122013-02-05T22:42:00.002-08:002013-02-05T22:42:59.141-08:00February 5 2013 Idunn Enlightens My Body, Mind and SoulHello most loved friends and family. Idunn has been working especially hard these last two days, I do not believe she wants to see another staircase for a very long time! We always take the stairs at sky train stations and the stairs at Royal Columbian Hospital station are a definite work out! She is enjoying a well deserved sleep and I told her I would be more than happy to write the blog tonight and post her photo's :)<br />
I too am off to sweet slumber as the last two days have been especially draining, I know I could not have made it through without Idunn, love ya precious puppy~<br />
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Registration, I worked here for seven years. How different when you are on the other side. Hello darln Idunn, you are my strength.<br />
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Apprehensive and nervous? Hell ya! I have been known to need sedatives to enable anyone to get and IV in my arm. This time I had Idunn though, down that long hallway to the IV room. Seriously, the torture chamber in my mind, I have non existent veins, so to speak and am poked and prodded beyond belief. Bruised, insulted, treated like a child, embarrassed, beaten....omg. IV's trigger a response in me, flight or fight.</div>
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Thank you Idunn. No screaming, poking or prodding, no torture. Third try, second arm, (good thing I have two), and it was in. Huge, heartfelt thanks to the nurse in Nuclear Medicine, my hero! Of course my FIRST hero being Idunn, always, forever. Fill out another form? With pleasure~</div>
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At this point you are prepared for the Persantine Exercise Tolerance Test, (Myocardial Perfusion Imaging). Prepared meaning bare-chested, the first of many times I would display my naked top half for strangers to attach electrodes and hook me up to the monitoring equipment. When I finally figured out what the nurse was saying, 'lift your breast' ...she could place the last electrode and carry on! Good lord! Ha,ha,ha !</div>
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Idunn was not allowed to accompany me into the room with three other patients while we were monitored while receiving the persantine and isotope, this was a very intense half hour. You are closely attended to by a doctor, nuclear medicine tech and cardiology tech, VERY closely attended! The minutes are called out and you are checked every one of them. I was never so happy to see Idunn than when this part was complete, big comforting hugs!!!! Now the instructions are to eat and have something fizzy. Tea never tasted SO GOOD!!! Yummy caffeine!! This causes your gallbladder to flatten so Nuclear Medicine can get a clearer picture of your heart.</div>
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Day one you are in the hospital an exhausting 5 to 6 hours, we were so happy to get home! One more day to go. Royal Columbian Hospital loomed somewhat over powering but Idunn gave me the courage to get it done , she is furry confidence with 4 legs and everyone at the hospital adored her! Day 2 consists of a isotope injection, no IV's! Get the gallbladder flattened and return to Nuclear Medicine to scan images of my now glowing heart...awwww...lol :):):):) Only 4 hours today and home to rest! Idunn was a godsend for me, as was my wonderful son, Donny. Idunn braced with her warm body against mine to comfort me, she looked lovingly into my eyes to calm my mind and enlightened my soul with her attentive loyalty. I believe my Cardiologist with find my heart full of love and second to none, because of my very special service dog, I love you Idunn~~</div>
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West Coast Teamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05734683966026481780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859663304679924062.post-55916131835015427542013-01-17T22:48:00.000-08:002013-01-17T22:48:52.427-08:00WELCOME 2013 A NEW YEAR OF LIVING AND LEARNINGWe are back! Idunn and I welcome you all and are happy to announce the return to our blog. Fingers and paws are somewhat rusty, please hang in there with us until we are easily cruising along again. Happy New Year to all, we have truly missed you! Idunn will be so happy to see your comments again! She truly loves to tell you about her new journeys, and there will be so many to experience this year especially as we are set on traveling farther than we have ever dared before! <div>
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A beautiful sunrise this morning! Chilly and extremely refreshing! As I do not have a fenced in yard, I do wake up for potty call with Idunn, and these days, wake up fast! BRRRRRRR! </div>
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It has been nine months since we last visited!! Wow! Nice to be back, sipping on a nice, hot cup of tea and relaying Idunn's excited hello's and bum wiggles!</div>
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For now special friends, this warm hello and promise to be visiting with stories of not only our adventures, but also West Coast Assistance Teams news. This year should be the best blog ever, I can't believe Rosie's blog, (my previous service dog and angel in heaven), started in August of 2009! How blessed I am to have found West Coast Assistance Teams and enjoy the independent life that Rosie and now Idunn allow me to have. Thanks from my heart for listening, I hope you follow our blog and can promise you laughter, tears, hugs and cheers! There is hardly a dull moment in the life of West Coast's teams, puppy raisers, family and friends! </div>
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Wonderful to have you along with us, just like old times but better!! Older, and wise to realize that every day is an opportunity to learn something new, to push forward, to get back up and try again. You are important! Do not stress about the future, it hasn't happened yet! No guilt for the past, what is done is past tense....live in the now, tell yourself, </div>
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West Coast Teamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05734683966026481780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859663304679924062.post-4828369229321530142012-04-14T05:39:00.001-07:002012-04-14T06:13:12.100-07:00The Spirit of Wabun April 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl0vfF1HTjpUzifUY03SpjgQTMCQwaWzCNB4Pkh1DiuNVlElrGjNHIv-GARwr5WRltUcJXCf36NCz8JJVzozf1VP154WjVW9t9g1vlFLLvy3wk5XOhtzHMcu-q1Q_en29XeY6rQ62udu15/s1600/549904_10151436245455557_849280556_23766287_145157636_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl0vfF1HTjpUzifUY03SpjgQTMCQwaWzCNB4Pkh1DiuNVlElrGjNHIv-GARwr5WRltUcJXCf36NCz8JJVzozf1VP154WjVW9t9g1vlFLLvy3wk5XOhtzHMcu-q1Q_en29XeY6rQ62udu15/s320/549904_10151436245455557_849280556_23766287_145157636_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Calibri;">'<i>The time of Wabun is the time of healing of the mind. This is the place we seek if we need to find the truth of life and get rid of any lies that might be binding us to old places that keep us from new beginnings.' </i></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Wabun, the Golden Eagle has brought courage and clarity of seeing to Idunn and I. It is never just me, but ALWAYS me and Idunn. </b> As it was with my angel, Rosie, miss you every day my pretty girl. Life for me is only real when there is a service dog by my side. When there was none, well, let's just not even go there.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Idunn gives me courage, to go where I want to go. Her special gift is one of LAUGHTER!! Idunn in all her prestine royalty can make me laugh like I have never laughed before!! Idunn stretches her royal self only to look at me, sneeze and bow in a goofy way that only a Collie can, she is silly!! I must go give her a hug right now as she is ROYALLY splotched on my couch but is looking at me with the most loving, deep set, welcoming eyes. <b> I love her so much!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I also LOVE Aboriginal dancing, actually, ANYTHING Aboriginal! My life has taken a mysterious, spiritual, joyous turn lately and with this in mind and body, Idunn and I easily went to this event. No doubts, fears, or anything holding us back, hurry up bus!!! The sun was shining and any thought of mental illness was non existent, Idunn was prancing!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> The drumming people, and it was LOUD!! Idunn was as calm as ever, she was perfect.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I made sure to keep her safe from too much loud noise and in the shade, it was becoming very hot in the sun, the dancers ...danced for hours!!</span><br />
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I wish to write more, but I can't. I am <b>so trying to</b> but pounding the keys instead with a vengeance that is not in tune with this glorious day. <br />
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</div>West Coast Teamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05734683966026481780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859663304679924062.post-87011013138521027852012-04-08T19:35:00.001-07:002012-04-08T19:36:16.261-07:00Easter 2012 A New Beginning~<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;">L<b>ove and Joy to my special friends and family :) Tranquil, healing hugs to Sharon, my friend whose endearing patience and support never fails to amaze me! Idunn and I are enjoying life like never before and embracing the warm hugs of Spring. We are on a new journey and trusting the gentle clarity of nature and earth. We are becoming aware of serene, beautiful places and celestial, sacred spaces. There is even more to explore and experience because of the confidence Idunn gives to me.</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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I imagine someone snapping a photo as my son cuddles in, (we found a NASTY, sleepy wasp in his room the other night, AND he read about some false SPIDER disease that lays spiders in your bloodstream that I PROMISED to read first thing with my java this am), my kitty plopped on my cramping arm and my beloved Idunn who has stolen my pillow and declared this warm spot of my bed to be her own. I would not have it any other way, it is warm, (sort of), and it is love.<br />
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Since this past sad summer, when time stood still with Rosie's illness, I cannot believe how time is now going so fast! I have begun this blog many times in my head and had to rearrange my head because SO many things have happened since Rosie's Great niece, Idunn, has come into my life. My son played a video of Rosie yesterday and I broke into tears not knowing why it affected me so instantly and brutally. Such is the love a service dog.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Idunn is giving this love of life back to me with every second I breath. The last five days though, I don't want to get up. I know it is my disease returning after the 'high' of getting Idunn, because I feel the devastating, 'drop'. I feel the couch eating me up, the television turned on at 10:00 am, drapes closed and shameful hiding from the world, total disgust at what I have<b> not </b>cleaned or the shameful person I am. Never goes away, I know this.<b> </b> Manic is a very hard thing to come down<b> </b>from.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope your chasing squirrels my angel, I miss you Rosie. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1U9i8-5Vx06zLkXIrG5XcxcvWxv7rDkgm77i3QYlsg-8GO19JLIKm6rSq9E0EdQZ6Y5JVfIB8jehpI0gY3wLkzaGz48sJ6A-VzZ9HZ5QYfoYoU1RxZDE8kTNBWPlvxR6tCakb5GS0Vkxw/s1600/ti+ti%2527s+best+friends+and+rainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1U9i8-5Vx06zLkXIrG5XcxcvWxv7rDkgm77i3QYlsg-8GO19JLIKm6rSq9E0EdQZ6Y5JVfIB8jehpI0gY3wLkzaGz48sJ6A-VzZ9HZ5QYfoYoU1RxZDE8kTNBWPlvxR6tCakb5GS0Vkxw/s200/ti+ti%2527s+best+friends+and+rainbow.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> My housecoat has been my forever, heavy blanket and it pins me to my house, bed and couch with the weight of a vise squeezing at first on my head and then all the way down to my ankles. Why has this come back? I have so much to DO! And I cancel all of it, I cannot do anything, the shackles have returned. I HATE this disease, I hate me, I miss Rosie.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I cannot look outside of the prison that has returned to paralyze me on the couch, sleep. Can't move, don't want to, and 4 days go by drowning in self hatred. I do not know why, I don't. Today is Saturday. PLEASE let me wake up to Idunn's sweet kissies and make it go away!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHu39abn9NdByhdvMUIbm1oqxKH-njaWifMawR2oATxQJ7gs5OJP2juLkBNy9BxBg0SvrudTDso9wG2eOvTGTVSsEOHiga-RTxjcru3d90b4BU2uPBXsHbw_m3NXY32zZ6tjbmAZvG8Wzb/s1600/depresion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHu39abn9NdByhdvMUIbm1oqxKH-njaWifMawR2oATxQJ7gs5OJP2juLkBNy9BxBg0SvrudTDso9wG2eOvTGTVSsEOHiga-RTxjcru3d90b4BU2uPBXsHbw_m3NXY32zZ6tjbmAZvG8Wzb/s200/depresion.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHu39abn9NdByhdvMUIbm1oqxKH-njaWifMawR2oATxQJ7gs5OJP2juLkBNy9BxBg0SvrudTDso9wG2eOvTGTVSsEOHiga-RTxjcru3d90b4BU2uPBXsHbw_m3NXY32zZ6tjbmAZvG8Wzb/s1600/depresion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5EIl7NF6pI2TiVC2ifT7CNumPjfl3Y2kDmYXNy1aEDD_FTmjsdOdIxlObYW9JQhgVBh9QHsWUwlTbCXQklbuAOAtY5jJOtiD8cu9uUgDmOw3hmrroa712A_akrYW2XEdCfmUsyFkXM1b/s1600/misc+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5EIl7NF6pI2TiVC2ifT7CNumPjfl3Y2kDmYXNy1aEDD_FTmjsdOdIxlObYW9JQhgVBh9QHsWUwlTbCXQklbuAOAtY5jJOtiD8cu9uUgDmOw3hmrroa712A_akrYW2XEdCfmUsyFkXM1b/s320/misc+008.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Good Morning sweet girl. It's Saturday. I'm back! Sort of, but the squeezing housecoat has gone away for now, god I hate that housecoat. I am going to think of all the things I have done this month, AMAZING, wonderful and numerous things!! wow! (housecoat sneeking back...GO AWAY!)...mental illness sucks, even I don't understand it after over fifty years of living it, I sure know that it hurts and hurts enough to kill. But, I don't want to die. <br />
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We went on the bus to Donny's, (my son's), school for his poetry class. Rainy, dark icky day and we made it. <b>That is what Idunn helps me do, make it!</b> <b>Today was a better day, and the day before, a better day. </b>I know that my illness will never go away and that some days it will grab a hold and squeeze me paralyzed, but the days it does this are decreasing, to only maybe 4 days a month. This was my every day life before service dogs. <b> I never really lived before my service dogs, I never felt alive.</b><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Idunn gets the reality separate from the disassociation, (getting lost in your own reality or self), and brings me back, from the couch, she 'wakes' me up, even when I don't want to be woken up. The reality is, I have been EVERYWHERE with Idunn :):):), Tradex Dog Show, Puppy training class, my son's school for numerous classes, buses, parks, always with confidence and a calm demeanor, beautiful~ So I never expected the return of my depression after a manic, then subdued, peaceful and most welcome period in my life. Just looking and loving my Idunn was taking me to a higher level of loving myself and appreciating everything that was happening, there was no 'numb feeling', but a renewed sparkle, just look at her, wow!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiegTLG-oh2wkoxsthaB35KSIMWik6f9ssrPuevgij9WYjUw6J4-zShyphenhyphen42T-Q6w0r0XO-l7WlCjNcPjK4v76MY7w3KiP7quXXT_-QFpvT6zzyRbr1JocEynPmW0u3EjH5PHqplWyzf810El/s1600/misc+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiegTLG-oh2wkoxsthaB35KSIMWik6f9ssrPuevgij9WYjUw6J4-zShyphenhyphen42T-Q6w0r0XO-l7WlCjNcPjK4v76MY7w3KiP7quXXT_-QFpvT6zzyRbr1JocEynPmW0u3EjH5PHqplWyzf810El/s320/misc+017.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>I was doing extremely well. Ya, well that's when the disease get's ya, full force, <b>SLAMS </b>ya down, no mercy, 'couch land' with shackles for you. And believe me, you stay shackled.<br />
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Sorry readers, for my language, but F**K YO*, dam mental illness...I have a life to lead and the sweetest service dog that awakens me every morning with loving kisses. If you don't go away she will paw me and kiss me some more. If you persist on bringing me down, she will bark and jump on me! Idunn's love will bring YOU DOWN. She does every morning, I forget the prison when her cold nose touches my face. Then, a friendly paw, then, (if I STILL do not get out of bed), a JUMP on the bed and INSISTENCE nose nudges till I get out of bed, Idunn is the BEST and most loving way to wake up, only Idunn could push away the demons with such a sparkle, so simply, they are gone.<br />
This blog has not really been about all the adventures and life Idunn has made possible for me the last month and a half but more about living with mental illness and how Idunn helps me with it, I could not live the life I do without her. The monsters that chain me to the couch still take hold but Idunn's sweet and loving nudges bring me back to life and dissolve them for me. Every human being I encounter, I encounter with nervousness but with Idunn there, I'm special again, I count, I matter. I always have existed, but without her by my side, to my mind, I don't.<br />
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<b>'Who You are Makes a Difference', you matter to me special and most loved readers. I hope you know how much.</b><br />
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Forever Hugs and Love,<br />
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Leanne and Idunn<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>West Coast Teamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05734683966026481780noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859663304679924062.post-82023216283094682512011-10-09T23:36:00.000-07:002011-10-09T23:36:51.337-07:00From Rosie my love to Idunn my future, my beloved and bright future..Life goes on with the love of a service dog<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Dear Friends and Family, Happy Thanksgiving!</span></b><br />
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<b>I believed that this post would be difficult and heartbreaking. This is the farthest thing from the truth. The hardest experience was to be with my ill friend and say goodbye to her, the joy comes with the precious gift she, and I am sure had some VERY special connections in heaven, gave to me with the help of family here. I shed many tears even as I write this blog as Rosie was the first miracle in my life. I will never forget her or miss her every second of my life. Rosie, my girl, you taught me to believe in life.</b><br />
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</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Thank you Marlene for the Beagles love and cuddles, after weeks of loneliness, they were the very best medicine, Idunn being the most comforting of all. I was at peace after a very long and sad time, I felt life anew!</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b> I am blessed to add that my ship is stronger, with a most tremendous strong base, and filled with the years of Rosie's love, devotion and loyalty. With Idunn, I am confident I will experience the most life has to offer in all its beauty and opportunities. Our service dogs and the life they give us carries on to successor dogs that can only enrich the knowledge that we have already learned and cherish. Thank you Rosie, forever in my heart.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>You are my life, my love and my connection to the real world. My beautiful Idunn, I already love you more than you will ever know! Welcome to my home, you forever loving home my new girl! I love the fun you are having and the wiggle in your tail! I love your attentive look and the way we need each other. Most of all, I love that you are you, and that you fit into my little quiet family the way you do.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Thank you Idunn for making me laugh and smile and live life!!! Rosie is woofn from heaven above!!</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Just to be around you is life.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>All my love, </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Leanne</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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This will not be a sad, lonely post but a thank you to my Rosie's spirit who has carried me on, and still pushes me, every day, and it's not a mild push! It will be a week tomorrow since my beloved angel passed to her rainbow bridge and I want this post to be her inspiration to anyone who has lost a beloved best friend. If you happen to share my sorrow or have lost a service dog, I only know that you must believe, life goes on. It just does.<br />
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I have not stopped cleaning, (FEROCIOUSLY cleaning), since the day Rosie passed, and it is a good thing. I have enveloped my kitty and son in loving attention, Rosie would approve. Although, every second of every day is different, quiet, surreal and very, very, numb. At first I tried to see Rosie in everything I saw, felt, touched, smelled and experienced. I had to let that go.<br />
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Shock and Denial and I would add SURREAL, to this list. I felt a familiar loss of reality when my Mom died, a disconnection, a denial.<br />
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I promised myself to NEVER do that again, too freaking scary!! A nightmare! I tried again today, pushing myself is something I rather admire about myself and I was blessed enough that BOTH times a friend saw me and helped me, must of looked a mess!<br />
Denial, shock, downright hell on earth. Just sucks.<br />
Life just sucks. Clean, cry, clean, cry, clean, cry, sleep, wake up and cry. All around you, life goes on, people say their blessings and forget, life goes on. Cars drive by, people phone, (I don't answer), kids scream outside, SHUTUP!!! Grief takes it toll. Anger is a stage, and I fully realize this because I wanted to hurt myself, for hurting Rosie, for not helping her, for not saving her. Grief, guilt and blame.<br />
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The last two days, I have not pressured myself so much to see Rosie in the clouds or believe that she is coming back, because you do. I saw her die, but dreamed that the veterinarian did something wrong and I hired a detective to get her back. I dreamed she was in a corral with a horse that was hurting her, I could not save her. Grief, denial, blame.<br />
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Only today did I stop pushing, (except for yet another trip by myself that a friend saved me from, my mental illness, not my tears), and I felt a warm, tender ray of sunshine push through to me. I had to let it come to me and stop so desperately looking for Rosie in my life, she no longer lives in my life, but in the sunshine and HER life. I had to let it be. I saw her smile in the clouds.<br />
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The stages of grief go on and around and upside down and sideways, all through your emotions and physical body like a roller coaster. Sometimes calm and serene, sometimes like a bulldozer. I know that the bulldozer hits you when you least expect it, a smell, a song, any remembering moment in your life cascades a flood of memories that leave you breathless, stunned, sad. It's like your lost one is right there, but you can't touch them, it's like their life has returned to you, but you can't get it. Grief, your alone.<br />
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Your very precious reason for living, IS very precious and has been returned to their home. I believe now that Rosie was sent to me, little insignificant me, as a very treasured gift. I could not keep her forever.<br />
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She had to return to her home where she will run and play and not feel any pain, she deserves that. I must not own her, she has a place to go. I was given a gift and so loved that gift that I never, ever wanted to let it go, it was mine! Rosie came to me to teach me, to let me enrich my life and cherish what she taught me. Most importantly, what she taught me must carry on because that is why she became a part of my life. This must be the HARDEST part of letting someone so miraculous go, to take what they taught you and carry on in life, because life goes on. Grief, acceptance, purpose.<br />
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Rosie was a miracle. She truly was. A very wise person told me that what a service dog does is make the service dog's person a miracle. The dog makes the person truly believe in their self. The spiritual and physical connection between a person and their service dog is infinitely 'healing'. It is like the service dog has brought their person back home.<br />
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I still feel the 'home' Rosie taught me but of course everything is different now. When someone you love is gone, every molecule of what you see is gone, though everything is still there. Grief, sometimes you just do not know what stage you are in and do not care. I do know that I am feeling ever bit of it and hope that sharing this with you might help you when you are lonely or in need of a loving story of hope.<br />
Rosie taught me hope, to carry on, get off the couch!<br />
I have forgotten how very miraculous that was for me to just get off the dam couch! It was my prison.<br />
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I wrote in a previous post that I could not clean my bathroom because it smelled of Rosie and her many baths because of her illness this summer. My bathroom had a dark blue shower curtain and dark blue towels.<br />
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Today I bought a white curtain with what I think, is on it, a tree of life. To some...ya, a shower curtain with a stuffy toy, to me a celebration of life with my Rosie above it all. Maybe kind of silly and crazy? Well, never said I was sane, and starting to love myself just the way I am. My life is becoming increasingly brighter every day with the light of Rosie's spirit and all she taught me about living life.<br />
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I am feeling better now, even though I know the stages of grief can grip you like a vice and not let go, they still do, especially at night. When it is time to stop moving, everything is done and there is only time to think, to miss someone. Night time is very hard.<br />
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When sleep finally arrives and a good dream dissolves into my morning, I awake with only the medicinal smell of Rosie. No Rosie to bath, medicate and comfort. Thank you God, I know there must be many squirrels at the Rainbow Bridge for her.<br />
There are so many people to talk to, to help, to let them know the miracle that is life, they can live it!<br />
Many more adventures to come my friends, I hope there is something, somewhere in this post that may light your way to some comfort and peace. Our loved ones want us to keep learning till we see them again.<br />
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Much love and peace<br />
LeanneWest Coast Teamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05734683966026481780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859663304679924062.post-67396594661451088022011-09-17T19:14:00.000-07:002011-09-17T19:14:12.146-07:00My Angel Returns to Heaven<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YY2SN6ABmLA?fs=1" width="459"></iframe><br />
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My Rosie passed away in my arms Thursday Sept. 15, 2011. This will be Rosie's last post but never the end of her story or mine. I only wish I could have had the gift of her grace, devotion and endless love for much longer but the years I spent with her by my side were the best years I have ever had.<br />
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Rosie and I battled this summer to keep her well, but lost the battle and Rosie needed to stop hurting. I will not cry for her because she is no longer in a body that turned against her, she was so very brave. She never whined or complained, I knew she would walk a million miles if I asked her too. I miss her so much. I cannot clean the bathroom tonight, maybe tomorrow because I can smell her coat and shampoo from the many baths she needed this summer. I will try and let you go Rosie girl, I promise.<br />
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I look up into the sky and try to see her in the clouds, just a wisp of her tail or beautiful eyes, but I do not see her. Maybe tonight she will be in my dreams so I can touch her one more time, I hope so.<br />
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The very first day Sharon brought Rosie to my house, she bounced through the house! So happy! I truly believe she saved my life. My son fell in love, his first best friend, Rosie and Donny loved to hug.<br />
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My heart physically hurts and I'm shedding tears for my loss, her pain is over and that brings me joy and peace. Such a gentle soul never deserved to hurt.<br />
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My kitty is looking for Rosie and sometimes for a moment I forget she is not here, but not for long. When a leaf twirls down from my tree out back, I remember her in the leaves, her coat the color of golden autumn.<br />
I miss you too much right now my little girl and will write more soon of your unique and gentle gifts.<br />
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Rosie would have been nine in November, gone too soon, anytime would of been to soon for my family and me. I'll miss you at Christmas little girl, you so loved the snow! I will never forget your ENDLESS patience posing for me so many times with your Santa hat on, thank you Rosie.<br />
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Rosie took me to beautiful lakes and rivers, the beach, she took me to the sky. She took me to life and made me feel like a star. Rosie was the shining star, on television and radio but mostly she was the shining star in my heart that my illness had dulled to a very faint flicker.<br />
Rosie illuminated that flicker to a bright, loving, white light that trusted the world again, she taught me love.<br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My beloved pack seemed to be aware of a movie they were watching outside of the window, all were in good spirits and yet a gnawing aura of detachment was present. I had a feeling my Mom wanted to lock the car door, and yet she was content. My pack chatted but became increasingly confident in the warm atmosphere INSIDE our magical moving space. I looked up to Mom, she was intrigued looking outside, yet out of her comfort space, all my pack was. My youngest pack member, Donny was afraid. I gave Donny a look of gratitude for his fear, and let the other pack members continue with their understandable human layers of this and that. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I breathed in the warm flowing wave of smells; the loft and studios, the passion of the people, the headphones, wires, countless voices, humming radio hopes and opinions, I love this place. Mom is giddy. Mom is CONFIDENT! well....until the Mic goes live..woof! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">These puppy paws are pooped! Sweet dreams my friends..zzzzzzzz woof..zzzzzzzz..woof........zzzzzzz...Love always..zzzzzzzz</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">New beginnings, new life. Sweetness and innocence that reminds us of pure love and heals hearts. These are Cherfire puppies, where my angel Rosie originally came from. I hope these pictures make you feel as warm and fuzzy as I did. Love you little angels, thank you Cheryl for the pics and for bringing joy to my heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rosie would also like to post a link to a very important article concerning puppy raising for her beloved West Coast Assistance Teams. Please read and if you have the means play a loving part in helping someone in need contact Sharon and Ryan. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.burnabynow.com/news/Volunteers+needed+raise+pups+Burnaby+charity/4484970/story.html">http://www.burnabynow.com/news/Volunteers+needed+raise+pups+Burnaby+charity/4484970/story.html</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">click on this wonderful article to learn more about puppy raising these little angels.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Much Love, Hugs and Woofs to you all my friends,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>'Who you are Makes a Difference'</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in every way, you matter to me, just the way you are.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAiT_U6GwTDHcwNDj6sGf5nvHNL1aIIOXdzBJeXWXxETlBv8l8dHm779A9deCqWpbNg49oSEwkK4RJqZz4OnQNnKqDI4LbYsb_X3WhwMtrRNi9fLHOlL4-JVFAsl1isER6QsLyqRfbg9bG/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAiT_U6GwTDHcwNDj6sGf5nvHNL1aIIOXdzBJeXWXxETlBv8l8dHm779A9deCqWpbNg49oSEwkK4RJqZz4OnQNnKqDI4LbYsb_X3WhwMtrRNi9fLHOlL4-JVFAsl1isER6QsLyqRfbg9bG/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<b>I needed to post about the sled dogs that were killed in Whistler last April.</b></span><b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"> </span></b><b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Mom is heartbroken. Mom cries many tears about the innocent. I am a service dog dedicated with my very life to serve my Mom. The slaughtered sled dogs only wanted to serve, they were born to run. All they had in their hearts was to run for their mushers, to please them. That is all they wanted.<br />
I have attached a photo of my very best friend, Kessa. She is a husky and when I play with her I feel her sorrow. We know the brutal suffering in this world, we feel it. My tail is down, as is my friends because we don't understand what these sled dogs did to deserve such a brutal, cold death.</span></b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 23.15pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoRWiJIWSNZrfWSkqT66XQ3SC5X-EbbtoElsrjCV15TEsEODYuR8jwFAAvPmNK5LPX0Vp3zXMQ4BeeBIGBDdsp7Wuw5k_bLwnj0JDBNDnzWhp1CYghFiWuTHTCuLHSsElF6AEaMpv9ColW/s1600/tt+march+2011+kessa+sitting+relaxn+006.jpg"><span style="color: #445566; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-decoration: none;"><v:shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"> <v:stroke joinstyle="miter"> <v:formulas> <v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"> <v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"> <v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"> <v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"> <v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"> <v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"> <v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"> <v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"> <v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"> <v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"> <v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"> <v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"> </v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:formulas> <v:path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"> <o:lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"> </o:lock></v:path></v:stroke></v:shapetype><v:shape alt="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoRWiJIWSNZrfWSkqT66XQ3SC5X-EbbtoElsrjCV15TEsEODYuR8jwFAAvPmNK5LPX0Vp3zXMQ4BeeBIGBDdsp7Wuw5k_bLwnj0JDBNDnzWhp1CYghFiWuTHTCuLHSsElF6AEaMpv9ColW/s320/tt+march+2011+kessa+sitting+relaxn+006.jpg" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoRWiJIWSNZrfWSkqT66XQ3SC5X-EbbtoElsrjCV15TEsEODYuR8jwFAAvPmNK5LPX0Vp3zXMQ4BeeBIGBDdsp7Wuw5k_bLwnj0JDBNDnzWhp1CYghFiWuTHTCuLHSsElF6AEaMpv9ColW/s1600/tt+march+2011+kessa+sitting+relaxn+006.jpg" id="Picture_x0020_1" o:button="t" o:spid="_x0000_i1033" style="height: 180pt; visibility: visible; width: 240.75pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"> <v:fill o:detectmouseclick="t"> <v:imagedata o:title="tt%2Bmarch%2B2011%2Bkessa%2Bsitting%2Brelaxn%2B006" src="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cleanne%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_image001.jpg"> </v:imagedata></v:fill></v:shape></span></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 23.15pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">We were put on this world to show you love, please don't end our lives without realizing that we feel the pain. The hurt is unbearable.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 23.15pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrjshOf9672D46KuttiJFlnRIDPhmW0DsehPedUJ156chyphenhyphenunNWv1-3nbY8anqAXNkE68GAe8P17KnDkab1q4cRyaLJ4J_OW-gGyVeJ4oDxWrDAQVjxKWZu9EbrSHz1VKTYgDcsCEo3dSAT/s1600/sled_dog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrjshOf9672D46KuttiJFlnRIDPhmW0DsehPedUJ156chyphenhyphenunNWv1-3nbY8anqAXNkE68GAe8P17KnDkab1q4cRyaLJ4J_OW-gGyVeJ4oDxWrDAQVjxKWZu9EbrSHz1VKTYgDcsCEo3dSAT/s1600/sled_dog1.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48THp0whIAzhU4WYz3O3czzgrQhBaIsvXR95ChnYkZGxiat92Y5wnvZslPQ_uqIBeTcAaJ8zLPFnYNz-qxFxcVGVXmcPA_YJJ1BpFPp0IhzQzvyNFnwKiD7p4G8q-VyRiy6Q-elWP8o10/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48THp0whIAzhU4WYz3O3czzgrQhBaIsvXR95ChnYkZGxiat92Y5wnvZslPQ_uqIBeTcAaJ8zLPFnYNz-qxFxcVGVXmcPA_YJJ1BpFPp0IhzQzvyNFnwKiD7p4G8q-VyRiy6Q-elWP8o10/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"> <br />
With all my love especially to those who suffer, bleed and cry. Know that I am here to comfort and make changes for you, know that your cruel death is never forgotten. I cannot bring you back or look in awe as you run and serve your masters, and that makes my heart so very sad. I can post this blog and pray with my paws that you will make a difference.<br />
Now more than ever before,<br />
</span><b><i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">'You can make a difference'</span></i></b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><br />
I love you and will serve my mom till my spirit no longer allows. These dogs and so many souls full of love have had their spirit put to death in ways no living being should ever endure. I keep my tail down in honour of fellow service angels, no matter what their service may be. It is a very, very sad time in our world and hard for my Mom to have any faith in the human race.</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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This post is the cold hard truth, our world is insanely cruel to those that we serve. I, like my Mom wish we could no longer be a part of this world today, this world that can skin alive dogs and cats and fry them for waiting customers. This world that rips apart live dogs in front of buyers, and no one hears them cry, no one cares.</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 23.15pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSWgLxZIXbYpbpoTGnA6sM0P7IBn3vH7RvY5f2h4pThyphenhyphen3KhiOM_Z1zW3D8H2vMaWKrMGdMxkQudv5Ou8fXJWQGidd3HAUMz7hkSSZnypm0avSW7i4zbS0LqiggA-H33bo5JJOXkWxEVWs/s1600/china_dog_market_01.jpg"><span style="color: #445566; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-decoration: none;"><v:shape alt="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSWgLxZIXbYpbpoTGnA6sM0P7IBn3vH7RvY5f2h4pThyphenhyphen3KhiOM_Z1zW3D8H2vMaWKrMGdMxkQudv5Ou8fXJWQGidd3HAUMz7hkSSZnypm0avSW7i4zbS0LqiggA-H33bo5JJOXkWxEVWs/s320/china_dog_market_01.jpg" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSWgLxZIXbYpbpoTGnA6sM0P7IBn3vH7RvY5f2h4pThyphenhyphen3KhiOM_Z1zW3D8H2vMaWKrMGdMxkQudv5Ou8fXJWQGidd3HAUMz7hkSSZnypm0avSW7i4zbS0LqiggA-H33bo5JJOXkWxEVWs/s1600/china_dog_market_01.jpg" id="Picture_x0020_7" o:button="t" o:spid="_x0000_i1027" style="height: 240.75pt; visibility: visible; width: 198pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"> <v:fill o:detectmouseclick="t"> <v:imagedata o:title="china_dog_market_01" src="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cleanne%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_image007.jpg"> </v:imagedata></v:fill></v:shape></span></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 23.15pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmsbl_l5xolPBTkINnik5LyzbLhEd3dxtUud1YeJRaUcnMJeh03YeMQd5cpC_eU_XotYEBAymN7G78p5FqdNw8giIEUMbtccaPPzcqfar_x-lyZLwiI70XocLIIVeIUAGEAm-FpvtAixL/s1600/5100.DSC_0313.jpg-400x0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKmsbl_l5xolPBTkINnik5LyzbLhEd3dxtUud1YeJRaUcnMJeh03YeMQd5cpC_eU_XotYEBAymN7G78p5FqdNw8giIEUMbtccaPPzcqfar_x-lyZLwiI70XocLIIVeIUAGEAm-FpvtAixL/s320/5100.DSC_0313.jpg-400x0.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 9pt;"><div style="line-height: 23.15pt;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"> Our world is a dark, evil place and as the wind blows tonight I don't want to be here anymore. Mom is not religious, being brought up Roman Catholic. She knows of the abuse of this 'religion'. With the recent earthquakes in Japan and the recent bloodthirsty, cold, heartless murders of our innocents in our world, the animals...she is not only ashamed to be Canadian but knows the suffering must end. She is angered at the happiness she felt at the Olympics as we now know, and let us not deny, it was all for money and blood was shed. Not the blood of our human race but the blood of our innocent animals.<b>When OUR world has come to this, I don't care if it ends.</b><br />
<b>Our human race has choices, we have failed.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: 23.15pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmRld7EMo6WG5TI-bqtOENIXMrF9d-x8qQGQRayusKFN8OJnky5LyI8f84JMZqTzJp5kcyP5I0K0uoH14rJwSCx7O-Dd8Qvd2X1dd47FTTTzjwBitGJCFil2247aySBjF7XVVx2v6NfC4I/s1600/china_dog_market_05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmRld7EMo6WG5TI-bqtOENIXMrF9d-x8qQGQRayusKFN8OJnky5LyI8f84JMZqTzJp5kcyP5I0K0uoH14rJwSCx7O-Dd8Qvd2X1dd47FTTTzjwBitGJCFil2247aySBjF7XVVx2v6NfC4I/s320/china_dog_market_05.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div style="line-height: 23.15pt;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><b><br />
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</div><div style="line-height: 23.15pt;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><b></b></span><b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"> </span></b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Not all my posts will be joyful or bright, news of depression leaving my soul. This post is of a very dark time in my life, the suffering and pain of my beloved animals has ripped my heart apart. My depression is with me full force, I am consumed with a horror the blackens every day.<br />
When I look into the face of my service dog and best friend Rosie, I feel this world is not worthy of her dedication and love. I will love her will all my heart, endlessly.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: 23.15pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjshk9Qcu3rhwYL3w35R-IRNzEngnGzYm90QzGWcN_WyAPHsu0ecYLRT5f7gbLMIP8VV0a6tZKzC7z8RdmyGCtAg_gmIAWnK69y7zhtXcLR8OTacOet5gwPdgbv1wdLWVWu9DbqbNZZX9p/s1600/love+you+mom%252Calways.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjshk9Qcu3rhwYL3w35R-IRNzEngnGzYm90QzGWcN_WyAPHsu0ecYLRT5f7gbLMIP8VV0a6tZKzC7z8RdmyGCtAg_gmIAWnK69y7zhtXcLR8OTacOet5gwPdgbv1wdLWVWu9DbqbNZZX9p/s320/love+you+mom%252Calways.JPG" width="302" /></a></div><div style="line-height: 23.15pt;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><br />
The paw prints in the snow are bloodied, we should be ashamed. The slaughter of the innocent continue, by the thousands, every single day.</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><br />
Rosie wags her tail and looks at me with pure trust and love, the wind blows and I shed tears of pure sorrow at what our world has become. </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 24px;"><u><b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Paw Prints In The Snow</span></i></b></u></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>One night I dreamed I was running along the path of snow</i><br />
<i>with my guardian angel from the rainbow bridge </i><br />
<i>Many scenes from my life flashed across the grey cold sky</i><br />
<i>In each scene I noticed paw prints in the snow</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sometimes I noticed two sets of paw prints in the snow, sometimes only one</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I howled because when I felt pain or loneliness</span></span></b></i><b><i>,</i> </b><i>I could only see</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>one set of paw prints </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>At my darkest hour I asked my guardian angel</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>why have you deserted me when I needed you most?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My innocent soul, he replied through the falling snow</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It was in your darkest hour I carried you with love</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>to the Rainbow Bridge</i><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>A VERY SPECIAL POST FROM ROSIE</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>WITH ALL HER LOVE!</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIUehWps7DlfqwD44tsK0HKRrA7aGPUSQNGgQoTiqKv6j_HaxSfyl-pd-ZJ3KuV2kX8q30Yyzvwe1BC9kH-LFHWZCGNlZTZNFW1CVKEGg9kqYPXSfvk84q4rCc9aUR0E4fJQBwCiJ3YdpE/s1600/Sage+and+Rosie+Jan.+2011+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIUehWps7DlfqwD44tsK0HKRrA7aGPUSQNGgQoTiqKv6j_HaxSfyl-pd-ZJ3KuV2kX8q30Yyzvwe1BC9kH-LFHWZCGNlZTZNFW1CVKEGg9kqYPXSfvk84q4rCc9aUR0E4fJQBwCiJ3YdpE/s320/Sage+and+Rosie+Jan.+2011+008.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happiest Woofs my special friends and family! I have such exciting news for the new year, ( I can hardly contain my paws!) Global TV invited West Coast Assistance Teams to tape a segment for television with their service dog psychiatric teams. I must tell you how wonderful it was to show off my Mom, Donny and our very best new friends, Sage and Sue! Thank you Mel for being you. Your sparkling smile and never ending ability to always be there to help warms my heart. You are my friend when I am down, up, happy, sad, you mean the world to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiiu-fkayVp4tEm3fO9PoztqDW1iA8_MhfXHtgq5K8B0tg7mfs8mnNZpjo6cDOHTgobYnoHlw_WAHcklfs8AWPVQ8E3b4W2ImIfd0ewV2TeUJxmSQkgJCB9H5-YZmkaP1Q9hklxP41KmaU/s1600/44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiiu-fkayVp4tEm3fO9PoztqDW1iA8_MhfXHtgq5K8B0tg7mfs8mnNZpjo6cDOHTgobYnoHlw_WAHcklfs8AWPVQ8E3b4W2ImIfd0ewV2TeUJxmSQkgJCB9H5-YZmkaP1Q9hklxP41KmaU/s1600/44.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br />
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</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b></b>Lynn Colliar from Global TV and her camera man Carl joined us at the West Coast office in Burnaby to interview Sue Specht, her miraculous service dog, Sage and my Mom and I!! Sharon was interviewed with 'Ellie', a West Coast puppy in training to demonstrate how the puppies begin their journey and training with West Coast Assistance Teams. We shared personal, touching stories of how our lives have been enriched with the loyal support, love and independence that our service dogs enable us to enjoy. We now have the ability to take part in life, whereas before we suffered the nightmare of our debilitating disease that would paralyze us inside our homes and mental terror.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <b>Our sincere and only wish is that someone out there, somewhere, who is suffering the dark despair of a mental disability may feel hope after seeing our story.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN5epjt1zcPk4dUtK_y5jBQKVw2t-QQwdz8ZEWd43iDNo4kr2k6VM0ij_8SvQFFRBumw2pxHrR70_UeEe_jkjbvJ2xdjclZi1rzMLQIKs6FXWQxdCA3i-e2yKJU-tKZoPaoEVSzWELPSfH/s1600/74.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN5epjt1zcPk4dUtK_y5jBQKVw2t-QQwdz8ZEWd43iDNo4kr2k6VM0ij_8SvQFFRBumw2pxHrR70_UeEe_jkjbvJ2xdjclZi1rzMLQIKs6FXWQxdCA3i-e2yKJU-tKZoPaoEVSzWELPSfH/s200/74.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am always here for you, your friend Rosie! See how pretty I look for the camera! Lynn and Carl from Global TV made us all so comfortable and there was laughter, fun and tender tears during our taping session. I felt right at home and so did all the members of my West Coast Family. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> A trip like this may have put Sue in a major panick attack. I know Sue was battling her disease the entire time but Sage was their to help her cope and her bravery emerged with Sage by her side. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sue, Sage, Mom and I returned to the West Coast Office victorious!! We all enjoyed a well deserved rest and settled for a relaxing snooze before going home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Delhi and Shonna joined us for a visit after the taping. They are a wonderful team! How nice to enjoy a comfortable snooze with beloved friends!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWF0tyE9Ze2faH6sBtF7Z0i8wpOwhyphenhyphen8cFdOO202J47NT5V_ZhHgpih98GH8BKC4WISmI-wRxnXULExvlmxPDwvcLXOCVT9LsEG_cUHcOnAw1SNQnKpPA9CFc2f43eDVYnM9WWtuOSnIlWk/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWF0tyE9Ze2faH6sBtF7Z0i8wpOwhyphenhyphen8cFdOO202J47NT5V_ZhHgpih98GH8BKC4WISmI-wRxnXULExvlmxPDwvcLXOCVT9LsEG_cUHcOnAw1SNQnKpPA9CFc2f43eDVYnM9WWtuOSnIlWk/s1600/4.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Miracles <b>CAN</b> happen with these amazing service dogs. Rosie and I experience these miracles every day. This was a very special day when we could share with the world how our very special service dogs can give independence to the mentally disabled. No longer do I fear the dark, my Rosie awakens me with the light of her kisses and joy of her soul. The comfort and ease in her eyes makes my world calm and serene. Her ever constant presence is my fluffy pillow where I can put my mind to rest.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have had the greatest gift of Sue and Sage who have been staying at my house. We have shared many horrible memories but also the understanding of our disability. I now know I am not alone and with our loving dogs by our side we are conquering every abusive memory we share. It is so incredible, and hard to describe but we may be discussing horrendous abuse at one moment and then hugging our dogs and going for a walk the next.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuF5EQ6B7drkgORCrIH_ZlV3PwJymLMvEPsyqOo_XSciBSzGESEti45VrP6lfNyStiu5b5FdQXhRYzvyy3neA01dmSIEjGAx5eHig4o48h5TY2qP0r-5RCZ7Se6KZiM8V4lFOPExTZmmOa/s1600/Sage+and+Rosie+Jan.+2011+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuF5EQ6B7drkgORCrIH_ZlV3PwJymLMvEPsyqOo_XSciBSzGESEti45VrP6lfNyStiu5b5FdQXhRYzvyy3neA01dmSIEjGAx5eHig4o48h5TY2qP0r-5RCZ7Se6KZiM8V4lFOPExTZmmOa/s320/Sage+and+Rosie+Jan.+2011+020.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> We are brave souls and our dogs give us the unconditional love, calmness and peace that medicines cannot. We still need our pills to stay stable but the stability and independence our service dogs give us is beyond any therapy, they are our life and we live through them. I will NEVER forget this healing experience. The love, support, friendship and unique understanding of Sue and Sage staying at my house. I do not have to explain anything to them, they know. We can live our lives with our dogs, we can make it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>We want you to know this hope and love.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghKkBFg5M9UMW-pbIMw4rgscglq9PwfJ1W20DuqBC-4Fn83wNMBzVzaIUzOwQU2AaR6sl-p6AMXj80qPIOjPMMlT48__rbVXTnAYYgCi5x398Ra6J-uRP9vSiTOfmim2OOqOyomyUjYEP3/s1600/Sage+and+Rosie+Jan.+2011+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghKkBFg5M9UMW-pbIMw4rgscglq9PwfJ1W20DuqBC-4Fn83wNMBzVzaIUzOwQU2AaR6sl-p6AMXj80qPIOjPMMlT48__rbVXTnAYYgCi5x398Ra6J-uRP9vSiTOfmim2OOqOyomyUjYEP3/s320/Sage+and+Rosie+Jan.+2011+015.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A few photo's of our very special day with Lynn, Carl and Global TV. I could not imagine a more relaxing, fun, caring and dedicated day to help people that suffer from a mental disability. The warmth and respect for those like myself that need to reach out to others and let them know they are NOT alone was evident and tenderly foremost to all involved. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAPnfl0askszXf8Jd0uhnL12jRo_FmCEM6uDTgREixp8m0R_TC8-2eE3SlajWqyutt0Cise_Vj4Qr-Qycz66dfBm_ydH3Jk0JpYWyxovT_EftGEcItaQgTuL6YHQlx-Dg4kLWEsJVsfNj_/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAPnfl0askszXf8Jd0uhnL12jRo_FmCEM6uDTgREixp8m0R_TC8-2eE3SlajWqyutt0Cise_Vj4Qr-Qycz66dfBm_ydH3Jk0JpYWyxovT_EftGEcItaQgTuL6YHQlx-Dg4kLWEsJVsfNj_/s1600/1.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>These very special photographs courtesy of Ryan Hill. </b>His professional and heartwarming photo's are extremely appreciated by Rosie and I for her blog. Thank you Ryan for your wonderful pictures of West Coast Assistance Teams day with Global TV. You capture the love and spirit of our happiness. You also capture the souls and unconditional love of our service dogs. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_mdivHCLccaEcQ1pC229pxsD_M33S6mmi6UO9BIbHLIeSDLsYs7EZBg0Y4f0BmDG_0uomh9UoM0Hxf4ZoLvuYJ8usBJ5dBBpETSmD8F4oNA6OUa8IHUpMwE-Vd6l5gaoAaasj7nkC2_yC/s1600/west+coast+office+January+13+Global+TV+taping+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_mdivHCLccaEcQ1pC229pxsD_M33S6mmi6UO9BIbHLIeSDLsYs7EZBg0Y4f0BmDG_0uomh9UoM0Hxf4ZoLvuYJ8usBJ5dBBpETSmD8F4oNA6OUa8IHUpMwE-Vd6l5gaoAaasj7nkC2_yC/s320/west+coast+office+January+13+Global+TV+taping+008.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My Mom would like to express her love for Sharon for her endless dedication, hard work and open heart towards her when she feels sad or overwhelmed. Sharon's hugs understand the pain and she dedicates her life to soften that pain for us and many other people, everywhere. Thank you Sharon, you are my mentor and the most giving person I have ever met, I love you very much.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTveZfLjnv_HcfS4kEQsxu8U3GiU7lCzu03t0M8yB2Iy1ogt3VBkzq_a3xLSAbPFX8GjVCzXL97ZUKh-TyPS1NSujHAIGPn7_oX1yOi4pSndGr12QRFo2f9oFotNwDmvZoRRtLnvppjWv/s1600/west+coast+office+January+13+Global+TV+taping+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTveZfLjnv_HcfS4kEQsxu8U3GiU7lCzu03t0M8yB2Iy1ogt3VBkzq_a3xLSAbPFX8GjVCzXL97ZUKh-TyPS1NSujHAIGPn7_oX1yOi4pSndGr12QRFo2f9oFotNwDmvZoRRtLnvppjWv/s320/west+coast+office+January+13+Global+TV+taping+022.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today Lynn and her camera man Sergio returned to my house for some final shots that will be on Global TV! We all again felt the warmth of her smile and tender ways, she is a very special person and I will admire her always. I am going to miss my new buddy Sage and Mom will miss her new friend Sue as they are returning to Vernon in a few days. The world awaits us and I know with me by Mom's side we will be able to visit them this summer. Adventures await us, life is a highway that we now travel. For everyone that shared love, laughter, tears and heart warming personal moments this very special week, puppy love and tail wags!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1tcQSIm5YvyKqPNCgQBzxmL9HlauGsieNwT5aoPb6QHXRMYmshUlHzQ3eLrbhJ10gIFRU4YFRk_qgsxdE93M1ZiBTIkN1L9d4dzHQrPUsfsGHj_0DuPDVPGeOsp8a_3BjEicSALuAs4Ue/s1600/final+taping+jan+2011+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1tcQSIm5YvyKqPNCgQBzxmL9HlauGsieNwT5aoPb6QHXRMYmshUlHzQ3eLrbhJ10gIFRU4YFRk_qgsxdE93M1ZiBTIkN1L9d4dzHQrPUsfsGHj_0DuPDVPGeOsp8a_3BjEicSALuAs4Ue/s400/final+taping+jan+2011+004.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Hello loved friends and cherished family. I cannot believe another year is coming to an end! I've missed you all and now that Donny is on Christmas Break will have time to write over the holidays, I promise! Rosie has been my saving Angel more than ever since the summer and has been there for Donny and I through pain and joy. Rosie has gone to bed, it's after midnight and I'm so very tired. Sweet Dreams everyone, be good for Santa, I will be talking to you very soon to share Christmas adventures and much love!<br />
Hugs and Woofs<br />
Leanne and RosieWest Coast Teamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05734683966026481780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859663304679924062.post-45818517120940154332010-10-03T01:04:00.000-07:002010-10-03T22:03:42.410-07:00It's October! Warm and Fuzzy... Oct.2, 2010<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6QjYGgXkIGA-vA30DPpfk_BU8EB9SzVoHlRcxG4y99zAxwXYZ_TG-E2xWmH37ImBRzA2YnbUEx6Ku_qAVTKI2Dt50CtlwJj6tvv1bJ2yTJLBuBliGtk76Bvwd-0vpRKeUo7FyzqZG892x/s1600/26925_342200906332_547991332_4106063_8210795_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6QjYGgXkIGA-vA30DPpfk_BU8EB9SzVoHlRcxG4y99zAxwXYZ_TG-E2xWmH37ImBRzA2YnbUEx6Ku_qAVTKI2Dt50CtlwJj6tvv1bJ2yTJLBuBliGtk76Bvwd-0vpRKeUo7FyzqZG892x/s320/26925_342200906332_547991332_4106063_8210795_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b>Hi everyone..biggest Woof!</b> Rosie here with my winter coat keeping me all warm and fuzzy. Not that I need it! It has been downright BALMY here on the West Coast! I must BRAG!! Mom is walking again! Not just to the park but to Safeway and beyond. She's coming back to life. I am so proud of her, the pain is less every day and I can feel the 'bounce' coming back in her step!<br />
<b>Oh, how much I love my Mom!</b><br />
I know her road to recovery is not over, she will be battling Graves disease all her life, but the worst is over and I can't wait to be back with my West Coast Assistance friends!<br />
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I love him all the same. When he jumps on Mom's bed, no matter how comfy I am, I pay him respect and get off the bed..jeez! I always sneak back on there later in the night! Leeta is not feeling so good lately, I know Mom is worried. I know everything about my small, loving, warm and fuzzy pack. We are very, very close.<br />
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My Mom has a twin sister! I see my Mom light up whenever she phones. This is another MOST special person that has helped Mom through this most painful summer. I get VERY excited..**WAGGING TAIL**, when Mom would pack up and say, 'Rosie, would you like to go see Kessa?'<br />
Kessa is my very best friend! At first she scared me, (she is part wolf you know!), but soon, after my most polite manners, she became my best buddy! Tracy and Kessa were there all summer for Mom. Every day!<br />
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Kessa and I are waiting for a treat!! We spent many days at my Auntie's Tracy's this summer and she cared about Mom every second of every day. We went to the hospital with Auntie Tracy, went shopping with her, she filled every day of Mom's most ill times. What a loving pack I have!<br />
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My Auntie Tracy, Auntie Donna and my Donny, the most loving people to my Mom and Me. Mom thinks she did not do much this summer because of her illness but I know she did! She loved her family and family, (my beloved pack), loved her right back!!<br />
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Without Sharon, Ryan and Mel, she would have surely fallen down that black hole.<b>West Coast Assistance Teams, I love you so much!!</b><br />
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Mom couldn't walk much this summer. She found comfort on line with Sharon and Ryan, always there if she needed anything. Mel is always there too, and she LOVES to brush me! Thanks Mel! When Mom could not walk, we cuddled up and read those great books you brought, very quiet special times.<br />
There is a member of West Coast Teams that I must make special mention of! This is Sue and her service dog Sage. I can't wait to meet Sage!!! Mom and Sue type away for hours to each other and have since they first met online! I hear her giggle and laugh, and there she goes again! I know these two have a very special, loving relationship and want to thank them for being there for Mom.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;">West Coast Teams are special indeed! They are 'gifts' of life. They heal, comfort and make you smile. I am a very proud member of this family. Mom has never in her life had this kind of infinite support and love. Without all of your love, (and me!), she would have shriveled and died this summer. It was rough. What enabled my treasured little pack to love and laugh through this last summer? You all did, thank you from the bottom of my puppy heart! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQQzxJy4jpFXMnOaX93bg_XBx_DXjAveRkIU5_REhynq1BxxFnYIhQDPmpSlPLU858oRlQdOA0Wy2iNRPWNDJDjV2FjthVC5mtK89V4O2pjxlTKFKxtR4ZE-_7ZbM14w20TrQdtU9_RlJy/s1600/Rosie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQQzxJy4jpFXMnOaX93bg_XBx_DXjAveRkIU5_REhynq1BxxFnYIhQDPmpSlPLU858oRlQdOA0Wy2iNRPWNDJDjV2FjthVC5mtK89V4O2pjxlTKFKxtR4ZE-_7ZbM14w20TrQdtU9_RlJy/s400/Rosie.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxyCzRzhJAZOKt0qqMe3U3Vc2OrTznI2Ks7Lrlsm6TpbJz66fO_I0uEnBjd1TIMsXBfQ2rLok4GE_mbhBioHV9wdvddbUbUd673wCQc-s2bx49E3dgzJ8akkh1Vkx1BSBaBpHK0BC1uwB/s1600/leet+and+mom.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxyCzRzhJAZOKt0qqMe3U3Vc2OrTznI2Ks7Lrlsm6TpbJz66fO_I0uEnBjd1TIMsXBfQ2rLok4GE_mbhBioHV9wdvddbUbUd673wCQc-s2bx49E3dgzJ8akkh1Vkx1BSBaBpHK0BC1uwB/s200/leet+and+mom.jpeg" width="200" /></a>It's dark outside, my days have become nights adjusting to the new medicine for Graves Disease.I am out of cigarettes. I will wait for the light and take a very early morning walk to the store that I am nervous about. Rosie will be with me. She will get me to the store and I can watch her happy trot at receiving such a gift as this early walk! She is watching me from the couch, attentive to my every mood and action, my loving friendly shadow.<br />
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Coffee is ready and I am going to need it because I have not slept yet. It is going to be a very long day. I can hear the world waking up outside. The odd car goes bye and I wish the morning light would hurry up! Another cup of coffee, (caffeine is kicking in!), a quick note to my son in case he wakes up, open bedroom window for my kitty, where is he anyway? Breakfast for my angel Rosie and let's get this very strange, disorientating walk over with so I can continue to write! I have not posted in SO long, the past few months have been very hard, so very sedated. Talk to you soon, wish us luck. I have missed you all very much!<br />
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<b>8:00 AM</b><br />
<b>We are home!</b> What an opposite world it is now than a few hours ago! Although, I feel very surreal because of no sleep . The 6 am java has worn off to a sickly feeling in my stomach. I cannot eat for hours after my thyroid pill, I must eat after my antidepressants, hence the feeling of nausea. Leeta kitty is home! Donny is still dreaming of Star Trek adventures, Goldie the fish dozing in his dark aquarium, all is how it should be.<br />
Our trek in the twilight was eerie, deserted and filled with the sounds of silence. Lack of sleep had my senses in high alert and the sound of someone following us was, in reality, only the sound of a rock in my running shoe.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZd3kRBNA9b380iF1Zo__SW-Rf4tmRK6Za3Piz_MVWPGjgoO7IBkj9WJglKKU0zoCi9Yafm7EG51Hxf3sEvV1cwOHACugF_fvQ_EpWcbMrmz8MSSWUyaPJ4cnUAqSDDnyoEjPy5X1RF2hp/s1600/sept+early+morning+walk+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZd3kRBNA9b380iF1Zo__SW-Rf4tmRK6Za3Piz_MVWPGjgoO7IBkj9WJglKKU0zoCi9Yafm7EG51Hxf3sEvV1cwOHACugF_fvQ_EpWcbMrmz8MSSWUyaPJ4cnUAqSDDnyoEjPy5X1RF2hp/s200/sept+early+morning+walk+011.jpg" width="200" /></a>This is the time of evening's goodbye, when I always imagine I am the only person left in the world. The traffic lights change for empty roads.<br />
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The park and the trees scurry to capture the dawn's first light and I wonder where all the people of earth have gone. When my head begins to devour my thoughts like this I know what to do. Rosie is my 'reality anchor'. I stop to hug her and notice morning's dewdrops sparkling on her nose, she makes me laugh!<br />
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How my soul tried to be brave when the doctor took her away from me. I lost myself and the world literally began to spin out of control. If not for Sharon, Ryan and Mel, who stayed with me the entire night, I would have surely died inside.<br />
We picked up Rosie at 4:30 am. She was swaying back and forth, foggy eyed and wore the cone around her neck. To see her like that was so terribly wrong. Mel stayed with me into the next day and we took care of Rosie. We have been even closer since that excruciating night, I was able to give Rosie what she gives to me every day, love to heal and a hand, (paw), to hold when life hurts.<br />
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<b>Rosie glowed with her constant charm on our trip this morning!</b> The security guard outside of Safeway wanted to chat about Collies, barking dogs, and just about everything when he saw us. Rosie has this effect on people, and with her by my side, I forgot how tired I was.<br />
We carried on after buying cigarettes and Leeta kitty food to avoid that look of disgust that Leeta gives me when he only has dry food! A short stop at the gas bar for Rosie's special cookie that they always have for her and we are finally headed home!<br />
The sky was no longer grey and alien. <b>It was blue!</b><br />
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The sun began to shine and I felt that everyone I saw in this bright light must know that I had been up all night! I felt kinda messy! No one really knew, besides, they just wanted to smile at Rosie and wish us a cheery good morning. Rosie is always more than happy to wag her tail and wish everyone a good day!<br />
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<b>This will not be a very long day!</b> Thank you Rosie for showing me the way out of the dark and into the sunshine. I see the sparkling morning dew playing on your nose, you make me laugh, you give me life, my gentle loving rose.<br />
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Rosie has confiscated my pillow and settled in for a well deserved snooze!<br />
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We love that you have shared these morning hours with us, thank you with hugs and tail wags! We have missed saying hello and sharing our days. Goodnight for a few hours, Rosie and I have much to do this afternoon! Before shutting your eyes tonight, Rosie would like you to say to yourself....<br />
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<b>'Who I am Makes A Difference'</b><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>West Coast Teamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05734683966026481780noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859663304679924062.post-36443886769718706492010-07-11T23:13:00.000-07:002010-07-11T23:13:41.837-07:00Summer Love From Rosie July 2010<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d5463344e5467794e7a593d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: " src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d5463344e5467794e7a593d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows/" target="_blank">Free picture slideshow</a> customized with Smilebox</td></tr></table>West Coast Teamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05734683966026481780noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859663304679924062.post-82620975525551821782010-06-30T22:23:00.001-07:002010-06-30T23:46:58.463-07:00Being alone with Rosie, The Summer of Reflection and Healing...Hi everyone!! Biggest WOOFS from Rosie!! It has been SO long since our last post, well here ya go! Rosie is so happy and helping me so much! I have been quite ill lately and will be for all this summer,,blah!..but Rosie is with me...all will be good. Just going to have to rest and take the summer to reflect and heal..<br />
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I just about lost my Leeta. He got hit by a car or something! The SPCA people came to my door so I know that someone I know hurt him. Who ever called the SPCA knew where i lived and made the call. Leeta is ok now..I am not..to see your beloved animal, swollen and in inentse pain is so hard. My poor Leeta, he is ok now, thank god. Rosie would not eat Leeta's food on the floor or drink kitty's water when he was at his worst, Rosie knew!<br />
And, Rosie knew his Mom was sick.<br />
I could not be within 4 feet of anyone for a week due to a radiation treatment. My biggest worry was Rosie!! She knew, she knows everything. She kept a lead of at least 4 feet at out romps to the park. I did not even have to tell her. My son attached her leash and then I took it about 4 ft away...she knew everything.... everything!!! Rosie is so smart, she knows me now..I know her, and I miss her SO MUCH!....<br />
I had the most wonderful hug from my son, Rosie and Leeta. This hug was the most magical and sparkling hug I had ever had. I had waited for this hug and anticipated it for a week...a very, very, every, long isolated week.<br />
This hug was the warmest, most sparkling, most comforting pillow soft feather swooshing, warmest, <br />
perfectly toasted marshmallow contentment, I have ever felt in my life. It's really good when you don't have it for awhile!!<br />
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My darln Rosie is with me every second. I will not be doing anything this summer with my best friends, West Coast Assistance Teams. I will be very sad about that. I am crying right now about that. And I am so sorry that I cant be involved. I already feel my emotions and physical health on a downward spiral. This is the way it must be, dam thyroid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. dam disease. Graves disease, in my research can cause mood swings. HAHAHAHA..SORRY, BUT..have been battling that crap all my life.<br />
It strikes me so strange that I have a disease that affects my moods, and a disease that is treated with radiation that can take up to a year to totally destroy my thyroid. My moods are going crazy, (as always), and the doctors believe me!! THE DOCTORS BELIEVE ME!!! wow! It only took a gland in my body that was way out of wack to make them listen..hmmmmm...whatever.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhIiqhE-7Tt9ZfTdcJoH0PaqVk7pt_OQpPpx_f1B0wcH_kSGzy_RsW7lQvOct17bBb7724sglFIVBzNF9LVs0mfNnz9SqlQAlR-mAbPHLF_1Tpgs77o1IuxuMXhB-YPp4Jnx-xO7TkWZxP/s1600/rosie+june+2010+soaking+up+the+sun+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhIiqhE-7Tt9ZfTdcJoH0PaqVk7pt_OQpPpx_f1B0wcH_kSGzy_RsW7lQvOct17bBb7724sglFIVBzNF9LVs0mfNnz9SqlQAlR-mAbPHLF_1Tpgs77o1IuxuMXhB-YPp4Jnx-xO7TkWZxP/s320/rosie+june+2010+soaking+up+the+sun+012.jpg" /></a></div>There is one being who believes me all the way, no matter what...morning, day, night..anytime..my angel, my Rosie. My best friend, the one I can always count on, and oh my goodness is she waking me up in the morning!! There would be no morning without my Rosie girl, thank you darling, lets go to the park.<br />
I cant go very far these days, Rosie does not care, the park is her paradise, and she makes it mine.<br />
I love you Rosie girl<br />
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<b style="color: blue;"> </b>Unfortunately, my Mom, Donny and I were not able to attend because of Mom's recent health issues. Our hearts were there and we wish to thank Sharon and Ryan for all the wonderful pictures! They made Mom and I feel so included and important! (If you would like a close up of me or any of my furry friends, just click on the pic!)<br />
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Enjoy the pictures and video, Mom and I sure did! West Coast Assistance Teams, with your pledges raised <b>$5,046.00!!!</b> Thank you from all our puppy hearts for sharing so much love!<br />
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<b>My buddies and I will make sure people are helped with our love and expertise! THAT is a promise. We will make life better and brighter for people in need. </b><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_bHq6jAruDXFfqw_D-HhYnguHjIDL-C_LgFx-A4m9tGTe7QukIZ35J1EvgvxxB1u4306uJLw-UDE7CgCkVeGL3IAtMCCPK_zyhWss8Dw41XaMIEnGxicKAnk69N8PsJ08nKJphf1mnvI/s1600/DSC_0030_2_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_bHq6jAruDXFfqw_D-HhYnguHjIDL-C_LgFx-A4m9tGTe7QukIZ35J1EvgvxxB1u4306uJLw-UDE7CgCkVeGL3IAtMCCPK_zyhWss8Dw41XaMIEnGxicKAnk69N8PsJ08nKJphf1mnvI/s400/DSC_0030_2_2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> Here is the West Coast gang at the run! Mom, Donny and I SO missed being there and are sad that we could not attend. We are EXTREMELY PROUD of West Coast,you, and all our friends for doing such a wonderful job. Look how happy everyone is! Thanks again to Sharon and Ryan for the wonderful pics, LOVE YOU GUYS!</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Ryan has created a video on Youtube! Just go to Youtube and enter <b>west coast rotary seawalk</b> You cant help but feel good if you watch it! Great work Ryan! Mom couldn't help but sing along and smile! </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Donny would like to thank his awesome Dad, Grammie in Kelowna, his Grammie's friend Avis, his Auntie Ti Ti, Auntie Donna,</b><b> Auntie Katheren,</b><b> and his most special friends and teacher Val, from Traditional Learning Academy for their heartfelt pledges. </b>Donny so appreciates your help and wants other 'Moms' to be helped like his Mom was. Woof! Donny you rock!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxcHEEXS21pLBuWYt7VGL5fyPAeo8_TQiwVGazQSuxWUWmoxgnfyyJGEuQLOjdT0aAdsn5KNdNShALpSLkywhChtIfxtjtFx5-6cAXUm0XRD93VPgp78XJdSufFPOhlCrxeDgvQ2EvJmA/s1600/DSC_0042_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxcHEEXS21pLBuWYt7VGL5fyPAeo8_TQiwVGazQSuxWUWmoxgnfyyJGEuQLOjdT0aAdsn5KNdNShALpSLkywhChtIfxtjtFx5-6cAXUm0XRD93VPgp78XJdSufFPOhlCrxeDgvQ2EvJmA/s1600/DSC_0042_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxcHEEXS21pLBuWYt7VGL5fyPAeo8_TQiwVGazQSuxWUWmoxgnfyyJGEuQLOjdT0aAdsn5KNdNShALpSLkywhChtIfxtjtFx5-6cAXUm0XRD93VPgp78XJdSufFPOhlCrxeDgvQ2EvJmA/s320/DSC_0042_2.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All of you who so lovingly pledged will help West Coast Assistance Teams train and place dogs like Ellie! Isn't she beautiful! She will be placed with someone who so needs her so that they may live their life with independence, freedom and confidence. You go Ellie girl!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I must go check on Mom, she wants to post soon on her recent health issues so you all know why we are spending alot of time at home lately. It has been a rough ride for Mom, with my help she is feeling better and we hope to be involved with our 'angels', West Coast Assistance Teams as soon as we can! </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Take Care everyone, smile at someone everyday, because...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>'Who I am Makes a Difference'</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hugs and Woofs </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Leanne and Rosie</div>West Coast Teamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05734683966026481780noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859663304679924062.post-25830014376022593802010-05-20T01:28:00.000-07:002010-05-20T01:28:32.989-07:00A NEW CHALLENGE FOR ROSIE, THE PHYSICAL PAIN AND SHE RISES TO THE CHALLENGE!This post is from me, Leanne, and not from Rosie, ( my son Donny and her are taking a well deserved rest)<br />
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I <b>MUST</b> tell you how Rosie has helped me with something new in my life, physical pain. This physical pain seems like it comes from another planet than the pain from my monsters of the mind. Very different, very real and tactile. The tests at the hospital, the very <b>REALITY</b> of it all is, almost, to me, too easily communicated to the medical profession. <br />
My only wish is that someday people like myself may be helped, so believed, so acknowledged, so tested and diagnosed without a doubt for our mental disorders that so affect our lives. I cannot help but compare at this time in my life. My physical disease is cut and dry, maybe not to the doctors with their scans and varying degrees of prognosis, but to me there is no fight to get my pain across, they already know. I wish they knew what I have been trying to make them understand for all my life, the pain of my mind.<br />
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Rosie and I spent a most GLORIOUS weekend with my twin sister and her best friend, 'Kess', (my sister's husky wolf cross), to celebrate our 50th birthday! Rosie and I , (Rosie is near 56 herself!), have discovered that these ARE the best years of our life! There is a calming peace that comes with this birthday, a soul awakening, a pristine time in life. Rosie and I are soaking in every moment of it and every moment feels very, very special, yea 50!<br />
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Whatever life is going to present to us now, we are ready. I have had Rosie for close to 2 years now, we are connected, and become more so every day. I do know that with her, whatever life throws at me, I can handle. Before I had Rosie, I could not. There was no hope, no tomorrow, no angel to lead me to the future. Do you see what an amazing change a service dog can make? I hope so.<br />
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I write this blog to my best friend, my loving shadow that is always there, my furry companion that knows me, my constant companion that gives me that look wherever I go, ' love you, you are everything to me', my angel, Rosie. <br />
Rosie says this to me with every blow of the wind, and wants you to say it to yourself...<br />
<b>'Who I Am Makes A Difference'</b>West Coast Teamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05734683966026481780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859663304679924062.post-66285982181675869762010-05-14T12:40:00.000-07:002010-05-14T12:40:11.897-07:00IT ONLY GETS BETTER FROM HERE!! MAY 2010<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b>HAPPY 50TH MOM! THE BEST YEARS ARE YET TO COME WITH ME BY YOUR SIDE!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I KNOW YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER IN LIFE!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>LETS GO OUT IN THE SUN AND CELEBRATE!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>ALL MY LOVE AND LOYALTY ALWAYS,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>YOUR ANGEL,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>ROSIE</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>West Coast Teamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05734683966026481780noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859663304679924062.post-14928575321075942010-05-08T22:38:00.000-07:002010-05-08T23:34:00.262-07:00THERE IS DARK YET ALWAYS HOPE AND SUNSHINE FOR MY MOM! HAPPY MOTHERS DAY MAY 2010<span style="font-size: large;"><b>A Dark day and My Shining Star </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>(With all our love to Shayla, another shining star for me,you must shine on, be strong for me) </b></span><br />
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Inside is grungy, dirty, not done, so much to do.<br />
Shame for the chores not done, my voice says,<span style="font-size: large;"> <b>’MUST DO!’</b></span><br />
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I see disgusting, dirt, I see the shame, not only dishes but swarms of pain, guilt, and you are bad, so worthless.<br />
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Rosie’s eyes are warm, her white glowing mane, promising, I love you Rosie.<br />
The guilt, the shame for what I am<br />
The face I show is an embarrassing sham.<br />
But she knows and does not care,<br />
about my clothes or dirty hair.<br />
I am consumed with dishes and dirt, how could I be so bad?<br />
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She looks at me, she knows I am sad.<br />
And in her look she warms me so,<br />
I love you no matter what, she lets me know <br />
I need you Rosie.<br />
We walked today for many miles, dirty hair, no shower, my head down to hide my shame, <br />
She shakes her white and glowing mane.<br />
Rosie says, <br />
“Outside I am free”<br />
Outside with Rosie,<br />
People smile, I smile and talk<br />
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Return home, hurry! Stop the talk,<br />
And then I return, afraid to rot.<br />
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I return, to face the fear,<br />
And feel that the darkness will reappear, it’s here.<br />
It is never really gone, till the day and lightness make it clear.<br />
And so pristine, and for a moment I am here.<br />
So sharp and clear is the world, so refreshing is the wind,<br />
I spread my arms to take it in, to fly.<br />
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It is so shameful, I must hide! Life is hidden. My life without Rosie is hidden.<br />
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Its suppertime, Rosie brings me my pill, maybe there is hope.<br />
My mind teases none, for you? Nope.<br />
Maybe tomorrow I will clear the dirt from my mind, my house,<br />
Not fear my life, not hide like a mouse. <br />
Every day, every day, the next day, is tomorrow, for clearing the mess, everyday is a day to only hide, sleep, rest. My home where I write, my home should be still.<br />
My home is only the place for a pill. Tomorrow is time to clean and refresh, tomorrow is time to be caught in the mesh.<br />
Of promises I make to be good to myself.<br />
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My son smiles at me, I love him, the joy in his eyes<br />
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I love you Donny.<br />
Rosie plops down, in front of me content<br />
Gone is the day of sidewalks, cement.<br />
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Miles walked today, mind rest and stay,<br />
I ponder and try to push negative away<br />
My family is happy, dark thoughts go astray<br />
A cigarette,<br />
A donut,<br />
An outlet,<br />
Anything not to feel, don’t fret, go away<br />
Come back to Rosie, she knows the way.<br />
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From my heavy heart, Rosie does lift,<br />
I can belong with my heaven’s gift.<br />
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Without her, there is no white glowing mane, no friend, constant companion through the pain.<br />
I love you Rosie, thank you for being with me<br />
You never question, forever, loyally.<br />
My shadow through the dark and the light<br />
Without you, I would give up the fight.<br />
I just went upstairs, there she is and a pet<br />
She does not understand my guilt<br />
For challenges not met.<br />
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Thank you my friend for all that you are<br />
My angel, my friend, my shining star.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Happy Mom’s Day and my most loving Woof! For you my paws write this poem, I love you most for your heart that is my forever, loving home.</b></span><br />
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Recently so clear to me, my mom is feeling low<br />
She sleeps a lot, her chores not done, her pace is very slow.<br />
Something is different about her, something is not the same,<br />
It’s not her mind but the way she walks, she moves as if in pain.<br />
We have been to sterile new places, where I watch her talk,<br />
To people in white, and there is a struggle in her walk.<br />
I stay closer now, I look so closely at her face<br />
She always leans down for a furry embrace.<br />
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Mom is not sad but sleepy, and after I am fed, <br />
She warily lies down, beside me in her bed.<br />
My Mom, she smiles at me and our routine is just the same,<br />
Except for things she cannot do because she’s feeling pain.<br />
I wish I could talk, during our walk<br />
But in a way I always do,<br />
I understand what she needs is a nudge, a warm look to her face that says ‘I love you”.<br />
My wagging tail, and happy woof! A place for her to hide,<br />
If only for a moment from the noise and world outside.<br />
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We walked today and talked, many miles out in the sun,<br />
She is hurting now and very tired, the day for Mom is done.<br />
There is something changed about my Mom<br />
She struggled and lost her energy today in the sun.<br />
Whatever new, whatever pain, whatever needs to be done,<br />
We understand together, together we are one.<br />
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I love her for the bond we share, the bond that grows and grows,<br />
And now it seems so easy, to know what each other knows.<br />
Together Mom and I conquered the monsters of her mind, and we won<br />
Together Mom and I will conquer the physical and not only walk but run.<br />
There is a purpose for everyone, a reason for living, and everything done.<br />
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Mom and I in the sun, often we not only walk, but often we fly<br />
Often we are so free that we hear the eagles cry.<br />
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Mom and I are headed for the hospital where she must drink some nuclear dye,<br />
I'll be there with her, in case she might cry.<br />
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Thank You for listening, <b>YOU</b> have to know,<br />
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<b>"Who I am Makes a Difference" </b><br />
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<b>Special Love to 'Shayla' who needs to know we love her so much. You are my sunshine girl, even though you feel dark, have been there and you must know, there is light to come, and it is because of you. If you give up, the sunshine will be gone from my life, i love you and if your love of photography was ever gone from my life, (and donny's, young buddy photographer that LOVES your photo's), my life would be missing sunshine and talent. I love you girl, you make a difference.</b>West Coast Teamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05734683966026481780noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859663304679924062.post-83490641420288144032010-04-23T02:08:00.000-07:002010-04-23T02:08:38.192-07:00POEMS AND THOUGHTS FROM THE HEART..LISTEN CLOSE..Hi my very special friends and family! Rosie here..a little bit about my background. My dad was 'Sneakers', No Collie could compare to my special Dad..he was a Champion beyond champions in this word and beyond. Everyone misses him and always will, he holds a place in so many hearts, I am proud and sad that I will never see his royal presence again in my life.<br />
My mom had the pleasure of meeting him with me and we were humbled by my dad's royal and larger than life presence. Like Mufasa in the Lion King, Simba, (my Rosie will make his Dad proud), and carry on the legacy of gentleness, loyalty and friendship that makes collies what they are...thank you for your eyes, your ever present warmth and love. Thank you Cheryl for your poem..I see Rosies Dad, Sneakers in everything she does, she looks like him, she has his loyalty.she does!!! The Collie will love you like no other..thank you Cheryl for this heartfelt poem.. <br />
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<div class="note_header"><div class="note_title_share clearfix"><div class="note_title"><b><i><span>The Soul of a Collie</span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUaqvIWgbp6XwueBF6_tkbXkmypymskxek9-zwesyYYnpOt2KhapHocPBl8yKjVmvFyKEcsV21PkyvmgPr152JOUmaMwvtc2Pn87U1BdBMR-PiRfs9IHiRQzbBNRD-zMpEhYWwsN02bLNz/s1600/soul+of+a+collie+sneakers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUaqvIWgbp6XwueBF6_tkbXkmypymskxek9-zwesyYYnpOt2KhapHocPBl8yKjVmvFyKEcsV21PkyvmgPr152JOUmaMwvtc2Pn87U1BdBMR-PiRfs9IHiRQzbBNRD-zMpEhYWwsN02bLNz/s320/soul+of+a+collie+sneakers.jpg" /></a></div><div class="note_title"><b><i><span> </span></i></b></div><div class="share_and_hide clearfix"><i><a class="share share_a" href="http://www.facebook.com/ajax/share_dialog.php?s=4&appid=2347471856&p[]=705360565&p[]=104330379610283" rel="dialog" title="Send this to friends or post it on your profile."><br />
</a></i></div></div><div class="byline"></div></div><div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"> <div>The soul itself professes to be <br />
seen thru the eye of a true Collie. <br />
The liquid pools of pure delight, <br />
the mischief shining thru so bright. <br />
The saucy ears that seem to talk, <br />
the tail that wags, expecting a walk. <br />
The paw that pats as if to say... <br />
"Let's go out, it's a beautiful day!" <br />
the glistening coat, the tiny feet <br />
the Collie expression that looks so sweet. <br />
A lifted brow, that queried glance, <br />
the gentle follower, without askance. <br />
Protector of children, watcher of sheep, <br />
brave without question, alert while asleep. <br />
Quick of wit, and wiser yet, <br />
willing companion for show or pet. <br />
This and more shall profess to be, <br />
The heart and soul of a true Collie. <br />
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Cheryl Ellis, 1990</div></div>West Coast Teamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05734683966026481780noreply@blogger.com2