Sal

Sal

I didn’t really know her. My only interaction with her was no longer than two minutes, but the impact she has had on Whisper will last a lifetime. They met through a shared love of dogs. She and her husband opened their home and hearts to all sorts of rescued animals over the years. Never having children of their own, they turned to their small community in Ohio, where they gave children an opportunity to train and show dogs in the 4-H program. They lived a simple life- from what I know. Everything they had along with all of their…

The First Day

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It has finally happened. I have changed camps. No longer am I one of the parents who does the happy dance on the first day of school. Today I joined the camp of parents who dread that first day. But let’s get something straight- I am not sorrowful because I miss having Ranger and Whisper around. I am not loathing  the quiet now that Whisper is gone. I am not missing the constant stickiness on the counter from juice being spilt or the remains of a peanut and jelly sandwich made and eaten directly on the kitchen island instead of…

Does it Ever Get Easier?

Does it get any easier

Standing outside one evening, I overheard a mom of a very energetic four year old ask a friend of mine if it ever gets easier. My friend, being far nicer than I, told her, “yes, it does”. This exhausted and frazzled mom was lucky that I was not in closer proximity when she asked the question, because she would not have liked my answer- “No. It sure as hell does not.”   I remember being that young, naive mom, simply going through the motions due to total exhaustion, as a tiny human ran circles around me. In talking to other…

The Last Hurrah

one last hurrah

  On the eve of our departure, I cannot sleep. On the day in which I will spend eight hours driving home- surrounded by lifeless bodies , limp, with mouths agape from exhaustion, I sleep very little. I hate to leave. It is as if I am a spoiled little child who cannot understand that all good things must come to an end. It is always hard to say good bye to summer, and thus far, it has not gotten easier with age.   For our family, summer means “up north”. And by “up north” we mean the oasis my…

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