There is an old cartoon, so old I can’t find a copy even on the Internet and you can find almost everything on the Internet. It is set in what I suppose is a yoga studio and features a croissant, a Danish, and a donut. The instructor at the head of the room is saying, “Find your center.” I always felt sorry for the poor little donut. And this week I empathize to the highest degree with him.
It’s not been a good week. Tuesday I had some minor vascular surgery done on my arm. Not difficult, not painful. the used a nerve block that make my arm something just to drag around for 2 days. Fortunately I had a tight sling that kept it from any random movement that I might not have been aware of.
Unfortunately this all took place at the same time poor Jingle, the daughter’s beloved tri-paw, lost his battle to bone cancer. There will be more about him int he coming weeks. He was doing very well after the amputation and chemo last September. About a month ago a new tumor appeared, this time going along his spine. He kept being him, happy and puppy-like despite being close to 10 years old, not young but not yet ready for retirement. He went on his own terms, peacefully. He just picked the wrong day to do it. A day or two longer and I’d have been able to provide more help than just comfort. But a day or two longer might have meant a not as peaceful goodbye for him.
And so we go on. Yesterday’s Uplift was about finding your center, looking for the calm and peace that you know is inside you. Take a look at Location, location, location.
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Oh, dear friend, I’m so sorry for the rough week. Surgery is bad enough, even if it isn’t going to keep you bedridden. But losing Jingle, who seemed to be as much a part of your life as your daughter’s, is a tough blow. Having a dog face the challenges of life with a “Jingle” attitude, content, and not whining is a gift. Losing him leaves a hole. I read your blog on finding your center, and I’ll admit to feeling like the poor donut with no center at all. Life on this side of heaven isn’t going to be comfy and cozy at all. But I am sorry for what you’re going through.
Thank you Dayle. The daughter is just down the street from me and they were always together so yeah, he was much a part of my life. And he was a good dog. They worked well together. He even liked his “spare human” as she called her fella. Life isn’t always comfy and cozy but we can have good moments. Makes looking for those peaceful places inside us that much challenging and that much more rewarding when we find them.
Words of wisdom, my friend. Kind of like Gandalf.
Poor little Jingle. He looked like a good boy. Hope your arm is better. It’s your daughter that I send the most love to—it’s such an impossible time mourning a beloved pet.
Oh thank you so much! Maybe he picked his time thoughtfully. He knew I had that procedure scheduled and I’d be pretty much unable to do all those things that take two hands. Helping me gave her a chance to be with someone and do something for those couple days.
Jingle looks like sweet old doggy, so sorry to read he’s gone. My condolences 💐
He was a sweet fellow. A terror as a puppy but grew into a good dog version of a charming old man. Thank you!
Oh…dear Michael. I’m sorry to hear about the week you’ve had. Sending hugs…big hugs. Take care of yourself and please give condolences to your daughter, too, about sweet Jingle. 💔