thinking of Moxie

Today is (would have been) Moxie's 12th birthday, and even though the pain of her passing is still very hurtful, I guess I am getting "used" to the idea of not having her around. I doubt that anyone who has truly loved anything gets "over" them when the time comes... I think that you just get "used" to it.

I have come to a big decision and am using today -- Moxie's birthday --- to let you all in on it. You might have noticed that there is a second blog listed now.. called "Moxie's gift". I have created this second blog because I am applying to become a puppy raiser for an organization called "NEADS". I contacted the Maine rep a few days ago, and she is sending me the paperwork. I have had the pleasure of meeting several puppy raisers in my obedience classes.... Kathleen, Mary and Scott, Katie... to name a few, and I have always thought that "one day" in my life, I would like to try it. The timing seems good right now to give this project a try and if I am accepted, then on the blog "Moxie's gift".. I will keep a journal on the experience of raising a service puppy. I am doing this in honor of Moxie, because if I can help someone else have a dog that is so much a part of their lives, as Moxie was in mine... it would be a very good thing.

I picked NEADS to work with (again if I am accepted)... because they train several types of service dogs... I encourage you all to check out their website. One of their "services" (if you will).. are dogs that go to veterans... and that is very near and dear to my heart. My dog club has made financial donations for the veterans dogs, as well as offer all obedience classes to all puppy raisers at half price. So, I have been around this idea for a long time

The question of "are you getting a puppy" might be yes within a short amount of time.. but "this" puppy will only be mine for about a year, and who knows, it might be the first of many.........

"Happy Birthday Moxie".......



" I Stood by Your Bed Last Night"

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying. You found it hard to sleep

I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear, "It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here"

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea. You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me

I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for you key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me"

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

It's possible for me to be so near you everyday. To say to you with certainly, "I never went away"

You sat there very quietly, then smiled. I think you knew, in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over.. I smile and watch you yawning and say "good night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning"

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side

I have so many things to show, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out..... then come home to be with me.....


(course with me... there will be several little cockers rushing to meet up with me!!!!!)