Difficult Days for us ALL
I have choices of places to sleep. I hate storms, heavy rain. All uneasy weather conditions cause me anxiety.
I have a Thunder Jacket to wear when it becomes too noisy and violent. It’s black and holds me firm and close.
- A storm shelter caged retreat, cushioned and comfortable, between two arm-chairs.
- A bed at the end of the corridor
- Comfort beside my human parents (as long as I settle quietly)
Past weeks have been very Alarming!
It rained all the time. Storms, thunder, lightning seemed to last forever and the house shook.
Then the Mum went away. We took her in the car and left her. She didn’t come home.
Outside it rained and rained. We could not stay outside very long. The nights were particularly scary.
When we went to pick up Mum I was ecstatic to see her.
At home, she walked slowly and carried a pillow under her arm. She didn’t pick me up but patted me and told me she loved me.
She went for lots of naps and I sometimes lay on the bed beside her when I could jump up ,,,,,,,,,,,,But
My front paw hurt. I don’t know what happened. The vet ( I like him and he gives me lots of cuddles) said I had an infection.
Dad had to put a stick thing up my nose (it tickled) It had some sort of medicine in it.
Weather remained Awful! But when it cleared a bit I went out for a walk down the hill with Dad.
Who knows why there was a bee on the road, it stung my back leg paw,
Now, I had a sore front paw and a sore back paw and looked and felt miserable.
life was getting better,
The days became sunnier. Dad was out and about fixing things and mowing and using the noisy slasher thing.
Mum still rested lots but I sensed a change……… life was better.
Today, we all went into the Forestry,
Mum and I walked.
I didn’t leave her to run back to Dad waiting at the road’s end but walked sedately aware of my still sore paws.
Tonight, I have my usual choice of beds.
For now. I have made a different choice.
I like sitting on the butterfly cushion.
Mum said a prayer.
Butterflies of JOY, HOPE, and a New Dawn
After a SEASON of unrest.
Spiritually fly over our lives.
TO GOD BE THE GLORY