Trauma : Dogs & Cars – a graphic post

Please do not read this if you are easily upset. This is a post about my witnessing a dog accident, with details.       •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• This morning I got ready for work a little earlier. My goal recently is to get up earlier and give myself more time to come around so I’m not so sensitive in the mornings. I left for work about 5 mins earlier than normal. As I approached the halfway point to

Hello Mr F! , I love you.

This morning I was deeply saddened to hear the news that someone special had died recently. To most it would seem that we had crossed paths a few times and that was all. To me, Mr F represented so much more than that. When we first met (18th Jan 2015), it was to go on a Shamanic walk of the forest. We met in the front garden of the host and upon seeing me for the first

Hello Chester Bennington! , I love you.

Goodness, what a time of sadness. This post isn’t the same feel as the seemingly happy and grateful title. But I am sure I can go with that theme eventually. I hear that Chester has hanged himself, aged 41. Mental health issues? I just don’t get it. The help is out there, the support is seemingly everywhere. Why do these people still drown? Why does the help, not help them? Chester has been a big part of

Hello Gizmo! , I forever love you

Hello Gizmo! , I forever love you

Gizmo was returned to me today. Here he is. Picking up a box from the vets when you normally pick up your animal is one of the saddest things about having them. As I opened the box I cried, asking the world, is this all he is? Just a bag of dust? Sometimes it just doesn’t seem real. How can my once, full of life cat, be reduced to this box? A box that doesn’t make miaowing