Happy National Pets Day
Braving the storm?
Last night was ruff, for our paw baby ‘Gypsy’ who was on ‘high’ alert, after sensing tropical cyclone Seroja. was ‘Heading’ her way. Luckily the storm pawsed by without incident.
The pupparazi took this photo, it was the leashed they could do…
Dog Senses
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Tropical Cyclone Seroja
WAKE UP WITH A UNICORN ’You don’t know anything about me’ Zoonie sighed, her jaw tightly clenched, settling down for the night. ’Well whose fault is that’? Cornelius retorted’ all of my friendly attempts, you have thwarted’ ‘I’m an enchanted Horse with a sword on my head, a protector of magic, happiness and dreams ahead. If you have a Unicorn to be your best friend, you are extra special and on me you can depend’ Zoonie glanced over, twinkling hopes, on her face, ‘Okay then, let’s begin with a furry hug of embrace’ Cornelius whispered back in welcoming response ‘Let go of your grief Zoonie, it’s time to move on’ Cornelius advised that there be just one rule: ‘Remember stars sparkle, between me and you. Two precious hearts in a a mystical union, now begins the alchemy of happiness infusion. It will be sweet to see Zoonie laughing again, this is a true story, I wish to have a happy end. Victoria Healing ~ 7.4.2021 WAKE UP WITH A UNICORN Image: Zoonie and Cornelius
Has a Unicorn ever crossed your path?
The mythical unicorn has long been a source of enchantment. Solitary, swift and graceful, the unicorn had a single spiralling horn growing from its forehead. Sought by many, the unicorn’s horn was said to have medicinal and magical properties.
It is said that Unicorn energy heals what ails you
Unicorn Symbolism & Meaning
Happy International day of the Unicorn on April 9th.
THE SAME, BUT DIFFERENT “Don’t bother” Zoonie mutters, ‘I don’t want a new sister or brother’ I’m so lost and confused, I need my best friend’ she continues. Feeling my heart pull and pinch, because she doesn’t respond or flinch. Everything was different and she knew, a huge void in our lives was the clue. She’d ignored her new purple friend, as he followed every where she went. Trudging each room, no place to just be, she looks forlorn and pitifully at me. Tail limply tucked down under, you can see her sigh and wonder. Eyebrows tightly scrunched into frown, still searching and looking around. Her new mate patiently waits and stares, but you can see Zoonie doesn’t care. Her childlike sense of wonder and awe, is lost, she’s different than before. The same comfy sofa and fluffy bed, but still, she mournfully droops her head. The day that she lost her darling sister, nothing in the world comforts or assists her. Her new purple unicorn is bigger than she, I hope that they make friends eventually. Victoria Healing ~ 6.4.2021. The Same, but Different
Image: Zoonie with wanna be friend Cornelius, the Purple Unicorn.
DOGGY GRIEF
It’s been a long six weeks since we lost our darling Roxy.
Roxy was more a mother than sister to Zoonie. It breaks my heart to see the sadness and confusion in Zoonie’s eyes. She is grieving for her soulmate. How do you explain to your dog that her best friend will never be coming back?
THE LAST BATTLE If it should be that I grow frail and weak, and pain should keep me from my sleep, Then will you do what must be done, ‘For this ~ the last battle ~ can’t be won. You will be sad, I understand, But don’t let my grief, stay your hand, For on this day, more than the rest, Your love and friendship must stand the test. We have had so many happy years, You wouldn’t want me to suffer so, When the time comes, please let me go. Take me to where to my needs they’ll tend. Only, stay with me till the end. And hold me close and speak to me, until my eyes no longer see. I know in time, you will agree, It is a kindness you do for me. Although my tail, it’s last has waved, From pain and suffering, I have been saved. Don’t grieve that it must be you, who has to decide this thing to do. We’ve been so close, we two for all these years, Don’t let your heart, hold any tears. ~ Unknown.
We are relieved that Roxy is back at home. Her sister Zoonie has a big smile on her face, wagging her tail happily, for the first time this week. I swear she knows that her sister is back here with us.
Our little gypsy princess is now sleeping peacefully, in our library, which was her favourite place.
#Euthanasia: Is the hardest decision you’ll ever have to make, but because something is hard, it doesn’t mean it’s not right. In fact, some of the most meaningful things we do in life are difficult — raising children, honouring our responsibilities, and most importantly, being with loved ones during their last moments.
Thank you Passing Paws Pet Crematorium and Dr Andrea, at Vet Visits for taking good care of our dear little girl Roxy Healing.
‘The happy memories of her life shared, are what endure’
And so this is our story about the process we went through, with the healing and grieving that led us to peace.
A BITTER PILL It was a dreary day in September, I was sick as a dog, as I remember. My snorting, came by day and night, something about me wasn’t quite right. A professional diagnosis was required, medication with steroids, transpired. These side effects are unkind, brutal, but to keep on taking tablets is crucial. Always ravenous, endlessly thirsty, my hair is thinning and I’m growing curvy. I’ve been talking to my mom, about “what pill is this” I’m on. Mom is watching my every move, each little change in my attitude. “I’m sorry” I say “I’m too tired to talk, don’t want to go for any more walks” Mom looks deeply into my eyes, “I’m sorry my darling” she cries. “I beg your pardon, please” I said; can I have a healthful diet instead? Real meat, eggs, fish, veggies and rice, and probiotic yoghurt would be nice. When she came back from shopping, I wagged my tail, happy eyes a popping. In her bag she’d had; a steam vaporiser, Hemp oil, and healthy treat appetisers. its just a matter of resting and waiting, for my ravenous appetite to be sated. My vet said; I now have “Cushing’s Disease” damaged from ‘toxic steroids’ if you please. Look at what those tablets have done! I just hope, that I am the only one! Roxy (Tibalier) Healing _ 16.10.2020 BITTER PILL
DOGNAPPED There were a lot of comings and goings, backwards, forwards too-ings and fro-ings. As the station wagon was stocked and packed, luggage being stuffed and stacked in the back. Taken hostage and secured in the rear seat, stolen for ransom, as they handed me treats. Driving miles, along roads and dusty tracks, I worried, if I would know my way back? My world was instantly, entirely rearranged, I remember thinking that ‘This is so strange’ “Where are they taking me on this ride” as my tummy was feeling all wobbly inside. Scanning the peculiar scenery and vista, as my sniffs to the air, smelt much crisper. Where will I sleep? when will I be fed? worrying thoughts, spiralled in my head. Into the dreams of sleepy lands otherwhere, head down, bum up, I surrendered my cares. “We’re here” I heard the humans shout, we’ve reached our stop, let’s all get out. Seized and trapped into a small house, I pondered the unfamiliar and odd layout. There I was, in freestanding, metal box, they called it a caravan; my home, it was not. Captive and restrained with a long lead, sitting warily on the suspicious fluffy seat. There was no noise, or people in sight, was this where I’d spend the rest of my life? Silent beaches surrounded by blue water, was this what my humans had sought after? This was my first road trip, to be fair, I’ll always follow my family anywhere. As chief protector and guardian of my family, I take on this responsibility happily and gladly. It’s not where you walk, its who you walk with, that was another day, I’m glad that I did. Charlie (Am Staff) Healing ~ 12.10.2020 DOGNAPPED Charlie’s first road trip Carnarvon ~ Quobba Camp
LOOKING FOR A FRIEND I’m a ‘love to love you’ kind of chap, with smiley face who loves couch naps. I have a kind and gentle heart, I’m confident, outgoing, jolly and smart. I’m a bundle of muscle, beefy and strong, don’t judge my looks, you’ll get me wrong. I’m charming, with a larrikin attitude, a cheerful, tolerant and playful dude. I’m not a ‘Hop to it’ kind of chap, when you call, I shan’t always come back. Yes, I can be impulsive and obstinate, but a fierce, ferocious brute, I am not. You won’t hold on to me, if I want to run, playing chasey with you, is much more fun. I’m a little clumsy, I’ve heard some say, but I’ll apologise with kisses right away. I am Charlie, an American Staffy pup, please give me a chance to look me up. I’ll share my fluffy toys and tugs of war, play ‘Catch me if you can’ chases and more. How beautiful the world could be, if only, you'd just be, a friend to me. Victoria Healing ~ 11.10.2020 LOOKING FOR A FRIEND This letter has been sent to you from, our new furry baby Charlie.
The American Staffordshire terrier, sometimes called the “Am Staff,” is a medium-large dog with a muscular build and square head. Though known for its courage and high energy level, the American Staffordshire also has an affectionate and loyal disposition. Contrary to its tough appearance, the Stafford is a gentle dog breed.
Once they become familiarised with people, this dog will be loving and caring. It is good around children as well, despite the reputation.
Our Miguel was a feisty, loyal little fella, until the awful day that he met Rottweiler, Bella. Both were vigilant and protective of their moms, as their battles for leadership, raged on. Each fighting for their territorial rights, Miguel was a tiny, but brave sight. Rescued from the animal sanctuary, an important member of our family. Following in his moms footsteps everywhere, they were a happy, devoted and bonded pair. However, a Tibetan spaniel is only 10 inches tall, much too little to get into battle’s and brawl. Miguel was no match for a giant Rottie, his small size and stature he’d forgotten. Brave and true to the last day of his life, with a lion mane and huge expressive eyes. With his plumed tail, curled high in the air, highly spirited he’d always take on a dare. Bred for their guardianship in monasteries of Tibet, loyal and true, forever on watch, to protect. He defender, as a gallant and heroic boss, but those natural traits came at a great cost. One horrendous day in their perpetual conflict, Bella growled, snatched Miguel, mauled and bit. Our fearless Miguel, then lost his rights and life, how we’d all wished he hadn’t put up a fight. This is a reminder when introducing new pet friends, that on both dispositions you must depend. Now our little man is guarding Heavens door, Miguel doesn’t have to be brave any more. Always in our hearts, cherished and loved, still watching, with God’s guardianship from above. Victoria Healing 29.9.2020 Still Watching
The frisky and curious Tibetan Spaniel was bred ages ago for sentinel work on the walls of Tibetan monasteries. Known for a flat, silky coat and “lion’s mane” around the neck, the Tibetan Spaniel forms a tight, worshipful bond with their humans.
One happy August day in 2008, a basket arrived at our Jordans door. cradling a new little mate. A heavenly birthday surprise gifted from his Mom, Jordan knew that his little puppy, was bound to be a lot of fun. Squashed and squeezed with warmth and affection, Ruby adored and loved Jordans attention. His true Companion and best friend: an adorable little girl, on whom he could depend. Our beautiful Ruby, was a darling little girl, deep brown soulful eyes, long ruby red curls. It was a joy to hold her snuggly, in our arms, Ruby exuded alluring and irresistible charms. She loved her food, snoozing and treats, our dearest, delightful furry girl, ever to meet. Chilled, calm, relaxed and a faithful buddy to all, but as she grew older, she stopped coming when called. As old age was taking its harrowing toll, blind, deafness and arthritis had taken hold. Why do our pets have such a short life? only eleven years, it doesn’t seem fair or right. Although we know that no one can be truly lost, the treasures of love come at a painful cost. When she crossed over, surprisingly we had felt relief, to know that Ruby is now out of pain and sleeping in peace. She was and will always be so well and truly loved, as she now rests cuddled in the arms of angels above. Victoria Healing ~ 28.9.2020 Puppy Love
Mr Bear came into our lives, over eight years ago,
beautiful, deep soulful honey eyes, his heart made of gold.
Travelling all over the top end of Australia with us,
as we’d lavish him with a great amount of extra fuss.
If you needed a love lifeline, he was always there,
providing all of his tender, sweet and loving care.
Constantly by our sides, our precious family member,
our valiant protector, but, never did he loose his temper.
You’d never find another, who’d love you so much,
as he too was appreciated, with strokes of our affection and love.
But, sadly that dreaded day had come,
when he was too tired and all of his adventures were done.
His health ailments and pain, had became too much,
although, he’d never complained, or fussed.
One day, without warning, he pleaded for his rest,
we all knew that, to let him go to sleep, was best.
Tears are now in my eyes, as it is hard to describe:
How much we all miss him still, sitting by our sides.
How much he was loved so dearly;
but Mr Bear needed sleep, he showed us, quite clearly.
I think you’d say he was happy to have been, a part of our family,
He’ll always be in our hearts, remembering his life, but now, so sadly.
Never will he be forgotten, or replaced;
we will always remember Bear’s loving charm and gentle grace.
Nobel patriarch, we were blessed to have had you in our lives,
our happiest hours were spent, with you, right by our sides.
Victoria Healing ~ 6.4.2010
©It’s Bear’s Life
“We Never Knew We Were Making Memories, We Were Just Having Fun”
Christmas partying with his travelling companions, in Busselton.
From left to right; Roxy, Zoonie, Ruby and their big brother Bear
We are Family! Pawsing to reflect…
Bear, with his brothers and sisters:
Hiding at the back, Grumpy cat; Mr Wilson. Right Mr Finn. Front Princess Ruby.
Bear, sneaking in a nap.
Bear, keeping an eye on everyone.
Puppy sitting his new baby brother, Charlie
Bear leaving his paw print at Barne Hill Station, in Broome.
Sleep peacefully Mr Bear.
We Love You
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