I had's to start dis postee all on my own 'cause Mom was still trying to figures out if she wants to tell's da real story. She still gets da goosey bumps when she tinks bout's it.
Anyways...Dis is da lovely ME taken on da day I cames to live in my forever home!
Ain't I jus' da cutest wittle ting?
And dis be my brudder Max (DaOdderWeenie). He's wit Tucker who you met on my last "Meet Da Pack" postee. Even Max was wittle back den....unlike da monster weenie he has now become.
Right from da get-go, we luved to play wit each odder!
And....of course I...wittle teenie weenie me...would always beat up my brudder. He makes up for it's now though.
OK's...Mom's back and I tink she has finally made da big decision..
I don't even know exactly where to begin. Knowing that Amber and Max's "Gotcha Day" was coming up, I have been burdened with the decision on whether to keep it simple and sweet or to tell the real "behind the scenes" truth as to how Amber and Max really joined our family. I have chosen to tell the truth even though a lot of readers may find it completely off the wall. I must warn you, however, that the page where I will be sending you for the truth is a bit long. It was written a few years ago from notes I kept in a journal documenting things as they were happening. In the beginning I shared it only with family and close friends because they could see for themselves that things were happening just as I told them it had.
The story begins with a very precious Doxie by the name of Bart who was born to my wonderful girl, Ginger, in January of 1990. Bart and I bonded from the day he was born. As he got older, he developed typical Doxie back problems and had to go through many surgeries. His vet called him the "Miracle Dog" because medical reasoning indicated that Bart should have been totally paralyzed after the second surgery. But Bart defied all medical reasoning and walked with only a slight limp. A "miracle" was truly the word to describe my Bart.
Bart's sister, Tiffany, went to the Bridge in July of 2003 after a 9-month battle with Cancer. Ginger followed her daughter to the Bridge in October of that year at the age of 15. Bart was all I had left of my Hot Dog Trio and I begged him to never leave me after Ginger died. Bart died suddenly on December 4 of 2003 at the age of nearly 14. I went into a deep depression after the loss of my best friend.
In early January of 2004 I had a very minor surgery performed. During the surgery while I was "out", I had some very strange but comforting dreams. It was as if Bart was there with me. He wasn't speaking to me (obviously) but he was somehow trying to convey a message to me that he was coming back and I was not to block his return. I woke up after the surgery in tears calling his name. The doctors were concerned because they said I was very restless during the surgery, unlike a normal patient who would have been in a deep restful sleep.
From this point on, I kept a journal of events I definitely couldn't share with the world because I just knew that most folks would think I lost most of my marbles. Then a dear friend of mine gave me a copy of a book entitled "Animals and the Afterlife" consisting of a documentary written by Kim Sheridan. I was astounded to be reading that many others also experienced the exact same things that I was experiencing. So maybe all my "marbles" were still intact afterall.
So I finally gathered all the notes in my journal and put them down on paper and added them to the memorial section of my website, All The Dogs In My Life. This relay of events is currently being considered as part of the documentary for Kim Sheridan's second book on the subject of the human-animal bond never being broken.
This post is a little bit wordy but I wanted everyone who would like to read the entire story about Amber and Max's "Gotcha Day" to understand fully how things started.
Please click HERE to proceed to the events leading up to Amber and Max's "Gotcha Day" and beyond. Also, I would welcome any comments you may have regarding this, good or bad.