a Healing Journey

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’

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And so this is our story about the process we went through, with the healing and grieving that led us to peace.

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#petcremations #petloss

Roxy Healing. 26.12.2008 ~ 16.02.2021

Happy Birthday

Dear Mom, 

Happy Birthday in Heaven

It’s been thirteen long years, 
since you left and went away.
I still love and think about you,
each and every day.

The love that we shared,  
was an unbreakable bond.
I hold you safely in my heart, 
knowing you will never be gone.

Your love, kindness and caring, 
laughs, chats and sharing.
There can be no comparing.

Sadness hits me harder today,
as I remember your birth day. 

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“Everything is temporary, but love 
outlives us all”

https://justsayins.wordpress.com/ancestry-and-cultural.../


“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”― Jamie Anderson

Heart Broken

 
 
Our grief comes in waves, as we recall our happiest days.
 

 Zoonie wants to express our heartfelt thanks on behalf of her sister Roxy, for the sympathy you have shown towards our family during our time of loss.
 

 Roxy fell asleep at home, in the arms of her loved ones.
 

 Life will never be the same without Roxy.
 

 Our hearts are broken. 
 

 We have to remember to remind ourselves that 
 

 “Whenever grief tries to steal the beauty of our memories, that our Love. Never. Dies”
 

 We are deeply grateful to you all. 
 With our love and appreciation
 Thank you
 
 Our beautiful Gypsy Princess
 

 Roxy Healing 
 26.12.2008 ~ 16.2.2021 
 Forever in our hearts 


 A Bitter Pill

 Thank you Dr Andrea: Mobile Vet Visits And Lisa at Passing Paws Pet Cremations  

Our Angel

 Tomorrow, we lay our little girl down to rest,
 in knowing, that for her, we did our very best.
 The joy, the love, the happy moments, 
 memories sweet, to keep our hearts going. 
 

 The best days of our lives,
 were while Roxy was by our side. 
 The greatest love that we shared,
 in knowing that she’ll always be there.
 

 To live, to love, to hope,
 to see her again, will be how we cope.
 

 Sleep peacefully, our beautiful angel
 Roxy Healing ~ 15.2.2021  
Guardians of the mysteries

A Bitter Pill
 

    

Killer Time

 KILLER TIME
 Dark clouds shadowed the realm,
 as demons crept into a fiery hell. 
 Entering a forbidden crypt door, 
 I’d not seen anything like it before.
 

 Havoc, evil, pestilence and plagues,
 mudslides dripping from the graves.
 Blood, skeletons, witches and gore,
 sinister faces swung from the walls.
 

 Swaying from cellar, holy men sipped,
 nuns writhed, spiral dancing in crypt.
 The cadaverous had travelled quickly,
 to meet in the tomb of deaths infinity.
 

 Bugs slimed, eyes spied in coven wall, 
 until we heard, ‘It’s time to eat’ called.
 Below graves, the undead came ‘alive’
 as cocktails, nibbles and hot food slimed.
 

 Thank you to our g’hosts Kerry, Aido family,
 we laughed our way home… back to sanity. 
 Having had a killer time halloweens night;
 we’re tickled to death, we had an invite. 
 Victoria Healing ~ 8.11.2020
 KILLER TIME  

A Bitter Pill

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

https://cavalierhealth.org/brachycephalic.htm

Dognapped

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





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 around 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.
Charlie has fallen in love with Nanny Zoonie, who refuses to play with him

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.

Uncharted Territory

“Lets go exploring” our daughter said,
with a huge whoop of excitement.
“There’s a dirt track, just up ahead”
into the unknown, we were invited.

I’d been curious about these 'off' roads,
what secret surprises, they'd reveal, to see.
You know, where sedans are forbidden to go,
because city cars couldn’t drive, easily. 

Gatekeeper nods, with outstretched hand,
beckoning us forwards, through rusty old gate.
As we entered, into a desert of no mans land,
anticipating “how long our expedition will take”

Inching slowly over corrugated track,
our destination, 80kms in the distance.
That dusty, bumpy road, was no easy task,
we had to remain steadfast and persistent.

“This was a bad idea” hubby griped,
stranded in the wild, eerie, remote and barren. 
‘What if we have to camp out here overnight,
something beastly and frightful, could happen” 

Sandstorms whisked, around and ahead, 
gnarly shrubs, laced bright yellow and grey,
Escorted by our small convoy; we were led. 
amongst windswept lands, being driven astray. 

At last! our journey's end, was in sight,
socially distancing, in true Ozzie style.
At the heart of Gnaraloo we found paradise,
a hell of a ride, but happily ending, with smiles. 
Victoria Healing ~ 8.10.2020 
UNCHARTED TERRITORY
Making Tracks
Entering Gnarloo
Okay, so perhaps we got lost
Images: Miri Johnson
Gnaraloo is a working pastoral station, adjacent to the Ningaloo Marine Park, 150 kilometres north of Carnarvon, in Western Australia. It may be some of the areas most uncharted territory. This is Australia’s surfing mecca. Legendary for its fishing, waves and wind. 
https://www.gnaraloo.com/