Difficult Days for us ALL

I chose to sit on a butterfly cushion

        I have choices of places to sleep.       I hate storms, heavy rain. All uneasy weather conditions cause me anxiety.

        I shake 

I have a Thunder Jacket to wear when it becomes too noisy and violent.  It’s black and holds me firm and close. 

  1.      A storm shelter caged retreat, cushioned and comfortable, between two arm-chairs.  
  2.      A bed at the end of the corridor
  3.      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.



About Faye

I m a wife, mother and grandmother. I have always enjoyed writing even from an early age. My book Beyond the Ashes has been written as a labour of love. All the characters are real to me and their story needed to be told. As a Christian my desire is to write General Fiction stories about real people but Hope and a desire for 'better' will always be part of the journey. I have had several short stories published over the years and moderate success in writing competitions. I realized as I was thinking today (30/01/15) that perhaps I should add here that I have had life experiences of many valley times but also many mountain top experiences. I can understand and be beside anyone who finds their life in tatters because I have 'been' there. Of course as I have got older as well there have been the added sorrows of losing not only older family members but also one by one finding the dearest of friends and the ones of greatest support and care also dying. On the site of rich mountains has been my certainty of the value of marriage and how grateful I am that after loss and sadness I made a happy and long-lasting marriage commitment. The one who was my best friend back then is still my best friend 45 years later. Beyond the Ashes touches upon the POWER of LOVE when folk can forget about their own personal 'feelings' and reach out in LOVE to a desperate and broken person.
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  1. oneta hayes says:

    He is doing what he can do, giving you comfort as he seeks his comfort. Hope his mum is doing well. Take some hugs from me.


  2. Dawn Marie says:

    I love your puppy’s perspective and am so tickled he shared it with us today. Did his Mum write the poem? It holds her voice very well and I imagine her reciting it with a sweet melody of wisdom. Hugs to the pup from me & praying the paws are mending well. (And also his Mum!)


  3. RobbyeFaye says:

    So sweet! Your pup, like myself, is/was concerned for you, and loves you.
    So glad everyone is on the mend. I hope pup’s paws heal quickly.
    Praying daily for you and yours.
    Hugs, love and prayers~🤗🙏


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