Every year on this date, it’s a must for me to remember this lovable furry guy in the photo. Piezon changed my life and was my everything for eleven and a half years. He had such a palpable spirit and filled up the missing spaces in my life back then (he came to me in place of the children I couldn’t have). He brought along with him a lot of positive spiritual energy that manifested in so many forms. When he died, all that spirit energy seemed to go with him.
Shh, don’t tell Max I told you, but he has a girlfriend. Her name is Blondie.
Uh-oh, I think he knows I told his secret, he looks embarrassed.
This is a day I can’t let go by without honoring the one I love who left me on this day three years ago. My boy, my hero, my wise old soul, Piezon. Continue reading “Our Boy”
Day 2 (read part 1 of my travel diary here) – Wow, my hair isn’t drooping and my eyelashes are staying curled. I guess there is no humidity up here in the north Georgia mountains this time of year. We had April humidity in Florida something fierce already. I’m not looking forward to this summer. So, for now I enjoy this mountain air.
We leave the cabin to check out the area. Max, the dog, is raring to go, even though he didn’t sleep well last night. Continue reading “Excerpts from my Diary Part 2”
One year ago yesterday, a three-year-old tri-color Australian Shepherd, named Max, came into our home smiling, ears perked and friendly. Already well-trained by his previous family, he fell right into the routine of our household, except for one thing … the look in his eyes. Something about them seemed serious, guarded.
To anyone else he appeared perfectly normal, happy and carefree. I knew different. I lived with him throughout the days and nights. His rigid mannerisms showed nary a smile, and only a rare wag of the infamous Aussie stub-tail. His wary glances said, don’t get too close. I don’t trust you. Continue reading “One Year Later”