Jun 202012


Every morning, the very first thing I do after my feet hit the floor is huggle with the big, cuddly, furry ball of love known as Ollie.

He’s our goofy yellow lab who we got from the pound when he was about 3 or 4.

He makes his loud anticipatory groaning noise (yes, our dog sort of purrs), so I get down on my knees. He dives and rolls and offers up his belly. He seems to need to put his mouth on my hands ever so gently and of course I allow this as it’s a part of our connectiing.

After a minute or so of this he gets up again and dives under my arm with glee to be loved again. And so it goes and would go on as long as I have time.


But within a few minutes I get up and go over to sweet Jasmine who is lying quietly on her bed watching us. She’s become so regal in her old age.

She’s our boxer who we got at 6 mos. of age after she’d been returned to her original owner several times and they were at their wits end as to what to do with her. What a blessing she’s been.

Her little white face looks at me patiently (it used to be the most beautiful velvet black when she was younger) and she eagerly accepts my gentle hugs and kisses. She loves the insides of her ear flaps massaged and so I do that as she presses against my fingers, all the while listening to the sweet nothings I whisper in her ear.

She is so beautiful.

As all this is going on, I am happily aware of my husband, the love of my life, who is still snuggled up in bed under the down comforter, snoozing away. We are all being (somewhat) quiet so as not to disturb him. But asleep or not, he is an integral part of this family activity going on practically under his nose (or more like his toes).

As I give and receive all this wonderful love and affection, I can’t help but feel so glad to be alive (overwhelmed, almost) and I so appreciate this glorious thing called life and all the gifts it has showered upon me.

My cup runneth over.

I can’t help but smile.

And after this wonderfully sacred start, I move into my day.

♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥

Happy summer, everyone! I know … where have I been? And what does this post have to do with Emergence?

Well … nothing. (And everything.)

I’ve been amiss because I’m grieving right now. Deeply. HUGELY.

Sweet Ollie passed away suddenly last week. He had a mild to moderate case of bloat which was misdiagnosed and after a grueling 4 days the poor thing gave up the ghost. Fortunately, he was here at home with us by then. Sadly, I think if the vet had listened to me and treated him for bloat immediately he’d be here with us now. It’s a hard pill to swallow.

As to Jasmine, well, she left us just over a year ago.

I honestly am not capable of writing with my heart right now and I refuse to blog here as a duty. So what I’ve done is snatched this March 2010 post from my short-lived personal blog to re-post here for you. I hope you like it.

I wanted to touch in and I wanted to let you know where I’ve been, but this is about all I can muster right now. Forgive me.

Blessings to you and love those critters while you’ve got ’em (oh, I know you do!) Thanks for your patience, and namasté.

P.S. I just remembered that some of you met Ollie! Remember this?

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    Oh, Patti! I had been wondering about you and where you’ve been.

    I’m so sorry to hear about your loss of Ollie. I do remember meeting him – what a beautiful fellow & soul he was.

    There is nothing like the love of a dog…and I know the ache and emptiness they leave when they go. I’m here for you in any way I can be. Even if just to send you some love across the miles. Maybe Chester and Ollie have met now – I’m sure they would be great buddies.

    Love and hugs to you, my friend. Take all the time you need. We’ll be here when you’re ready to come back to blogging.


      Hi Lindsay,
      Oh, thank you thank you! Your comment about Chester and Ollie makes me smile. What a nice thought. 🙂
      I don’t know why this has hit me this hard but I’m noticing that in some ways it’s all bringing me back, again, to where I need and want to be.
      Thanks so much, my friend. You’re precious.
      Love, Patti

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