Random Thoughts, Events and Happenings

[Christine]

Hi Folks,                 24 December 2019

Short story about chocolate and me

Eleven years ago I found myself feeling great one minute and 10-15 min later I would feel like I was ready to fall off a cliff. I went to the doctor numerous times over a three year period. They ran every test imaginable and then some that were unimaginable; they did a Brain Scan and found nothing; that was encouraging. The only diagnosis I received was that I was in perfect health. No one could explain what was causing the strange feelings.

My office is connected to the kitchen on the west side and the living room on the south. My normal point of ingress and egress is the west facing door, through the kitchen. On my way through that door I have to pass the reefer on the north side.

One particular day, as I passed through that door, I did what I had habitually been doing the past three years. When I got to the reefer, I opened the door, reached for the top shelf and grabbed a handful of dark chocolate of whatever variety I wanted at that particular moment.

All of a sudden, it dawned on me that I was eating an enormous quantity of chocolate every day, which could have possibly been the cause of the strange feelings. I had three large containers of various dark chocolate: Large Hershey Special Dark 1/2 lb. bar broken into chunks, Dark semi-sweet chocolate chips, and a container full of Hershey Dark Chocolate Kisses. Suddenly I realized at that moment I was eating over one pound of chocolate each day, and had been for the previous three years.

I decided at that moment that I was destroying my health with this crazy and unhealthy obsession/habit, I grabbed all the containers containing chocolate and dumped them all in the sink-alligator. There was one unopened bag of chocolate chips in with all the other stuff. I took that bag and placed it in the bottom of the freezer so I'd have a reference point for when this took place. Three days after dumping the chocolate, I felt good and have stayed that way.

Best Always, Love

Christine

[Christine]

Hi Folks,                25 December 2019

A partial post from elsewhere.

On another note, this brings me to an issue I could use some help with: I have allowed my hair to grow out for over a year. It's down to just above my bum. The problem is, it is very fine and kind of kinky, like a Brillo pad. It's a bear trying to make it look like something decent. Saying it looks like a Brillo Pad is being kind; it looks "worser."

Do any of you know of a way, short of cutting it all off and buying a wig,  to tame this wild child?

I have run out of ideas. I tried using an iron and all it did was melt a bunch of it and burn my right ear to where it required plastic surgery.

I tried motor oil and that didn't work either. I ended up smelling like the crankcase of an old worn out engine.

Nothing I've tried has come anywhere close to solving this problem and I need help. Please don't suggest that I take a torch to it; been there, done that. Have you ever smelled burning hair? Works great if your looking for appetite suppression.

I need some really good advice so I can tame my "Kinky hair Dysphoria" cause it's driving me nutty; oops, have none of those.

My head looks like a cross between Larry of the "Three Stooges" and Christopher LLoyd (Emmett 'Doc' Brown) of "Back to the Future" fame .... and hopefully, fortune.

Please, I need help with this issue before I do something stupid, if you know what I mean, cause I sure don't.

Thanks in advance for your help and hopefully you all are enjoying a Very Merry Christmas.

Best Always, Love

Christine

[Christine]

Hi Folks,            25 December 2019

Just came up with a great idea on how to keep my post count high; I'll post my conversations rather than use PM's. I'm sure everyone will enjoy being able to tune in on them.

Best Always, Love

Christine

[Christine]

Hi Folks,              25 December 2019

I don't want to spend the weekend working on my melon and end up having it look like it was worked on by some contestant on the "Ted Mack's Amateur Hour" TV show (guess I'm showing my age).

Think I'll find a pro that can do it in 15 minutes.

I'm trying to get the turkey dinner finished I am preparing for my Coyote friend and my three pups.

Have you ever had a Coyote befriend you? I have and it is one of the most rewarding relationships I have had in the animal kingdom. Guess I better get busy and write the true story of our relationship.

She is gone now and I really do miss her. It was a one in 400 million chance opportunity.

Best Always, Love

Christine

[Christine]

Hi Folks,               26 December 2019


This is a true story about a friend of mine named Sheba


Sheba initiated a friendship with me during mid spring of 2017.  During spring through late fall, I mowed the pasture, trying to not allow it to become overgrown; my daily routine was to take my largest dog there for her daily walk and business. This gave me an opportunity to visually see the growth of the vegetation and allowed me to decide when to mow. I found it was much easier to mow when it was about 3 inches in length.

Sometimes I would use a riding mower and other times I'd use a commercial walk-behind. I preferred the walk-behind as it afforded me additional exercise. I calculated the distance I walked to be 7.7 miles minimum.

During early spring the first few mowing's were done with the riding mower. On one of those early mowing's a Coyote came into the pasture, laid down and watched me. When I would stop the mower and get off to clear a clog, she would get up and come over towards me, also keeping a reasonable distance between us. She would walk back and forth parallel with the direction I mowed watching me. I never attempted to close the distance between us or make any gestures she might interpret as threatening. This went on for two or three weeks, each time coming closer to me.

What intrigued me was that when I would start to mow, and  she was nowhere in sight, within 5 minutes she would show up. Coyotes have incredible hearing, 85 K hertz on the top end and about a 10 mile range.

I got her used to my whistle so when I went to the pasture for a reason other than mowing I'd whistle. Sure enough she would show up within 5 minutes if she was in hearing range. Pretty soon she would come to the pasture and wait for me to show up. The neighbors got so used to seeing her and me that if she showed up and I wasn't already there, they would call me and tell me Sheba was there waiting for me.

I began taking her treats and small amounts of food. She lost all fear of me and when she was far out in the pasture and would either see me or hear my whistle, she would come running to me. Sometimes early in the morning she would come up to my house and wait for me at the front of the house by the curb.

I got to worrying that her having lost all fear of me might be a problem if that transferred to humans in general. Didn't take long and I found that I was the only human she didn't fear. A friend of mine came into the pasture while I was there with her. As soon as she spotted my friend she high tailed it into the brush. She would remain there until other humans left. That told me she was not habituated to humans, just me.

Our relationship continued into the middle of summer. On 06 July 2017 I went out early to take Sheba her morning treats. Before I could get into the street she saw me and came running faster than I had seen her run before. She came right to me and was jumping around like my dogs do when I return after having been gone a couple of weeks.  I had never seen her so happy before. We went down into the pasture to the spot where I normally put her treats and food. As we were walking across the pasture I noticed another Coyote following us.

When we arrived at the usual spot I placed her food in her bowl and set it down and then walked back towards where we came from, I watched her eat and then the Coyote that was following moved up to where she was. It was a larger male Coyote. As soon as he got close to her she backed away from the food allowing him to have his fill, which turned out to be all of it.

Decided to leave and watch from a distance. Her parents and siblings were there; it appeared to be a family celebration. As I watched the interactions of all the Coyotes there I realized this was a Coyote courtship ritual. Sheba found a mate. At that point I realized she was thanking me for our friendship and would be going away to be a real Coyote and start her own family.

That was a happy and sad day for me. I didn't want her to leave but I knew she had to. She needed to be a real Coyote and to live the life she was supposed to.

For a couple weeks I'd go down to the pasture and call her several times each day. Each day became more difficult to reconcile that she was gone and most likely I would never see her again.

It's now two years and five months since she left. I still miss her and call for her hoping she will one day come running to me. I know that's wishful thinking. The average life span for a Coyote in the wild is about three years. It's a tough life for a Coyote in the wild.

I was hoping she and her mate would come to my house where I have a large dog house in a nice kennel. It is secluded with a lot of natural cover. I would have removed the gates so they could come and go at will. I had all the meds that would insure they were vaccinated for all the canine diseases they might encounter and meds to prevent heartworms, ticks and fleas. They would have had a chance to live long and healthy lives in safety.

I figured the chances of having a Coyote befriend me as a 1 in 400 million chance. It is a great honor to have had her choose me to be her human friend. I miss her and always will; it was a special relationship that will never be replicated.

Copyright © 02 May 2020 - Chet Headley, C.J. Headley,
Christine Jessica Headley
All Rights Reserved

[Kiera]

It's down to just above my bum. The problem is, it is very fine and kind of kinky, like a Brillo pad.

Christine if James Dean can come back to life surely we can do something about your hair too?

It's not "cheep" but look at this, I'd swear Wen is great! ('ave a half-jar of this stuff but never used it lol dark ladies have "brillo hair"))

[Christine]

Hi Folks,                 26 December 2019

As I read my Sheba post again this morning tears welled up in my eyes. My post doesn't fully describe, nor can it, my relationship with Sheba.

She conferred an honor on me that I will always cherish. The trust we had in each other was surreal, something few will ever experience.

Yes, I wish she was still here living in our Dog house in the back yard. It's quite large, has two rooms, a basement, porch, electricity, running water, A/C and heat. It's built better than the house I live in.

As I mentioned I had all the meds she and her mate would need and everything else they would need with one exception: a completely natural life. She needed to be totally wild and not dependent on me.

There is one thing I do know, I will be with her again when I get to the "Rainbow Bridge" where I will be reunited with all the animals that were in my life. Here's a poem that I cannot read without having my eyes filled with tears:

The Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
 
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.

There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
 
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor.

Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
 
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
 
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
 
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown...

Best Always, Love

Christine

[Stephanie]

Maybe those animals with whom we forge a bond of love are given a small part of our own soul?

My Maggie certainly took part of mine with her.


- Stephanie

[Christine]

Hi Folks,              26 December 2019

Muttley and Victoria

My Dog Muttley was a small terrier that showed up in the neighborhood early spring 1987. She became a neighborhood Dog going from house to house and being fed. I don't know where she was sleeping at the time. She was the wandering Pooch for a very short time. The day I met her she was hungry, dirty and a mess of tangles. I started feeding her and got her comfortable with me. One of the neighbors took her to a groomer and had her cleaned up and looking quite nice.

I took her to a vet and got her all the immunizations she needed, which was everything they had. I then had her neutered (spayed). I let her run around a couple days then decided she needed a real home so in she came.

In 1996 she became very ill while I was away working on a project in Boston. I got a frantic call from my mom who was living with my dad in my house. She told me Muttley hadn't eaten or drank any water in four days.

I told her to take Muttley to the vet Immediately and have them put her on an IV to get her re-hydrated and that I would be home on the next flight out of Boston to DFW. Made it back mid afternoon and stopped at the vet to see Muttley. She was so ill I hardly recognized her other than for the color of her Silver Gray coat.

I talked to the vet who didn't have clue what was wrong with her. The vet sent me to every specialist in the DFW area. 7 weeks and $25,000.00 later, Muttley was still sick. I had a talk with her vet and was quite blunt in my conversation with her. I asked if there was any other place I could take Muttley. She said Texas A&M Veterinary Teaching Hospital. Had her call and make us a Referral appointment. This was a Friday and we had an appointment for the next Monday.

Texas A&M is in Collage Station Texas, about 200 miles south of where we live. Long story short we arrived around 0630 hours CDT. They got us registered and started work on Muttley, first asking me about 5000 questions. When they finished putting me through a "third degree" routine and strip search, they said they thought they knew what Muttley's problem was, but wouldn't know for certain until the results of the tests came back from the labs, which would be Wednesday, two days hence. I went to checkout, got my bill and paid my $170.00 (approx.) bill and headed home with Muttley.

Wednesday came and so did the call from A&M. Muttley was Addisonian, she was hypo adrenal. A&M prescribed Florinef and Prednisone. They called the prescription into the pharmacy, I went and picked it up, cost about $10.00, went home and gave it to Muttley. Two hours later She was back to normal almost as if nothing had ever happened, and $25,000.00 wasted because no one thought to check her electrolytes.

I was happy Muttley was now feeling well again.

Four years later, 19 November 2000, Muttley's kidneys failed and I had to have her put to sleep. At that moment I wanted the vet to do the same to me. I didn't want to be without her. I had her cremated and have her cremains here in my safe. When I leave this world I am going to be cremated as well. Muttley and almost all my pets will be buried with me.

After Muttley passed I was without a Dog for the first time since I was a child. I was miserable without her and had made a decision I would never have another pet because losing them extracts a heavy toll. I didn't want to go through that again.

Around May 2001 I woke up to foot steps walking across the bottom of my bed. I had been awake for awhile thinking about what I was going to do that day. When I felt the footsteps I sat up and looked around; nothing to be seen. I laid back down and the footsteps returned. This happened four times. I said to myself  "I'm fully awake, I'm not dreaming, I'm not hallucinating so what's going on?"

Muttley slept with me every night and would wake me each morning by licking the tip of my nose. I then realized Muttley came back to let me know she was OK and that we'd be together again.

About a month later I was on my way to visit a friend at his ranch north of Whitesboro Texas close to the Red River and the Oklahoma border, about 100 miles from home.

My normal route was North on I-35 to US 82 East to US 377 North. When I got to the US 377 exit I exited it and made a left turn to go North on US 377. As I was passing under US 82 the car immediately turned left on the service road. I couldn't understand what was happening, I was now going west on the US 82 service road. Again the car made an abrupt turn to the right into a Ford Dealership and stopped. I couldn't understand why I was there, it was a Sunday, the dealership was closed, I didn't need a new car, I was driving one and I didn't need a truck as I already had one.

All of a sudden a beautiful Dog walked in front of my car. It was at that moment that I knew how and why I had arrived there. I watched the Dog for awhile and then went to the local Sonic Drive-in and bought a burger patty in a tray and a large cup of water. I took them to the dealership and got the Dog to come within 8 feet of me. She ate a couple pieces of burger and went into the open field next to the dealership. I took the tray into the field and set it in the path then continued watching her. She ate the rest of the burger so I decided to finish the last leg of my trip up to my friends ranch. Spent several hours there talking and having dinner.

About 2000 hrs CDT I headed for the Dealership to check on the Dog before heading home. She (I could tell she was female) was fine so I headed back to my house. The next morning I called the dealership and inquired about the Dog. The lady told me she just showed up a few weeks earlier all raggedy and dirty. They gave her food and water and let her sleep under the new trucks in the lot. I asked if she belonged to someone; the lady said NO, she just showed up. I asked if I could try to catch her and give her a good home. She said she needs a home but no one has been able to get within 30 feet of her, I love challenges so I put a bunch of doggy snacks in a travel bag and headed north.

She was there when I arrived so I parked the car and set about trying to forge a bond with her. She was absolutely beautiful. I couldn't understand how such a Beautiful Dog could be out living on her own.

I got her to eat the food I brought and got her to come close to me but she wouldn't let me touch her.

Went back the next day and got closer yet. She would come to me and eat out of a bowl I had next to me, though I had to remain very still else she would spook and take off.

Thursday I called the dealership to see how she was doing. They said she was gone and thought I had caught her. I told them I didn't have her but was going to go up and see if I could find her. Didn't have any luck, checked with animal control, again nothing. Before leaving I told the folks at the dealership that if she comes back to call me regardless of the time. I then headed for home stopping at my vet's office to pick up a tranquilizer to give her if she came back.

About 0600 hrs CDT Friday morning my phone rings; I answer it and hear "She's Back." I get some meatballs made that had a hollow spot in them where I could slip the tranquilizer in to conceal it. Headed on my fifth 200  mile drive for the week. When I arrived She was there so I set up shop and put 1/2 a pill in one of the meatballs and gave it to her. I waited and waited for her to get drowsy; no luck. I gave her the second half of the pill and waited for her to get drowsy; no luck. Now what do I do. I called the vet who tells me that since she is feral, her metabolism is about 10 times greater than that of a domesticated dog. He said she was metabolizing the pill like it was candy.

Called an animal control guy I knew and asked him the best way to trap her. He recommended I buy a large wire cage that allowed her to see all around and through it. Drove 20 miles to Sherman, bought a large cage and headed back. Set it up in the parking lot, put a dish of meatballs in the cage and then made a trail of them going into the cage. She took the bait until she had to step inside; she stopped and looked at me as if to say "Move to where I can see you." I moved to the side, she went in and I reached down and closed the door. She just laid down and looked at me as if to say "You win."

The dealership loaned me a truck to take her home. When we got there my neighbor helped me put her and the cage in the kennel. After he left I closed the kennel gate and opened the cage and went over and sat on the dog house porch. She came right over to me standing perpendicular to me and raised her left rear leg. Having studied Wolves and Coyotes I knew exactly what she was doing and wanting from me. She was submitting to me and wanted me to reach under her leg and scratch her. From that point on she was my protector and loyal friend and companion. We were able to communicate mentally with out sounds. she knew what I was thinking and I knew what she was thinking.

In May of 2009 she became ill, she developed thrombocytopenia; her platelets were being destroyed by her bodies immune system. I knew when we were on our way to A&M that it was going to be our last trip there. As it turned out I was right, they had to put her to sleep while I held her. I miss her still. If it hadn't been for Muttley I'd have never had the privilege of having Victoria in my life. She was a Blessing from God facilitated by Muttley.

The first day I met Victoria I gave her that name. I knew we were meant to be together and I was driving my Crown Victoria at the time. This whole chapter of our lives was engineered by God and implemented by Muttley.

Copyright © 02May 2020 - Chet Headley, C.J. Headley,
Christine Jessica Headley
All Rights Reserved

Best Always, Love

Christine

[Christine]

Hi Folks,           27 December 2019

My experiences tell me Dogs and many other animals have souls. That's my belief and I'm sticking to it.

One other belief I have is those of us humans lucky enough to make it to heaven are going to be surprised at how few humans and how many animals are there.

I'm about done for the day; need to catch up on my sleep. Been slipping back into my old habit of 4 hours sleep each night. Not good. That's what led up to my auto accident 17 January 2019 when a tree jumped out in front of me and I didn't react quick enough to miss it.

Wishing everyone here a Very Blessed, Healthy, Happy and Prosperous New Year!!!

Best Always, Love

Christine

[Christine]

Hi Folks,                01 January 2020

I don't know who all here has a dog or pet in their house; I happen to have three dogs. They are treated fairly well, they have the second largest bedroom in the house, the best bed, a fantastic couch and a large screen TV, DVD and Blue Ray player and they get fed three times each day, Breakfast, Lunch, and Supper.

I don't get three meals/day; I forgot, they are the heads of household.

What do I have? A smaller room, the old bed, no couch, no TV, no DVD or Blue Ray and a radio that looks nice but doesn't work. The only consolation, my room is close to the kitchen, snack stash.

When it's time to go to bed they usually head to bed themselves. Just before I head for the rack I go in and tuck them in for the night. They do enjoy that ritual.

The other night I forgot the tuck routine. Abbie came into my office and indicated she wanted something. I followed her as she ran down the hall for the bedroom; when we got there she jumped into bed, spun around and plopped into her sleeping position .... waiting for me to "Tuck her In."

Who said Dogs were dumb animals. They're quite smart if you ask me; Who goes to the store to buy food and goodies for them? We Do!!! Maybe that's why it's called "A Dogs life."

Best Always, Love

Christine

[Christine]

Hi Lexxi,                    02 January 2020

Here we are, first day of 2020 gone and 365 days to go. Oh, you say 364? Nah, it's Leap Year. This year 01 March won't be on the same day as 01 February was.

The pups are pretty smart and they know how to train us. It's a game that you play with them and usually let them win because if you don't, they will win anyway.

I used to sleep with them until I had to go on a CPAP machine. I had to have my own bed and room due to the CPAP.

When I did sleep with them they'd pick where they wanted to sleep and I got what was left over, which wasn't much. The largest of the three is Ella, a 55 pound Blue eyed black gray merle Australian Sheppard, then Friday, a Jack Russell terrier and Abigail, a terrier mix that is about the size of Friday, the pup currently in my avatar.

They like sleeping with me so I sometimes sleep in there with them without the CPAP. We usually watch a western movie; Friday is the TV watcher. He loves the movie Shane with Alan Ladd, it's his all time favorite. It's about 2 hours long, has a sad scene that he even cries when it comes on; he will watch that movie from beginning to end.

Take care Lexxi.

Best Always, Love

Christine

[Christine]

Hi Lexxi,             02 January 2020

Friday is the only one interested in TV/Movies; He loves to watch airplanes, especially aircraft documentaries. A friend loaned me his B-25 Bomber Documentary; when I started watching it he got so interested in it I got to thinking he was a reincarnated WW II pilot.

If he's not in his bedroom when I start the movie Shane, as soon as the first musical note is played he comes running and jumps into bed and plants himself in his favorite TV watching spot. He stays glued to that screen until it ends.

There's the scene in the movie where they are burying Elisha Cook/"Stonewall" Torrey, and Torrey's dog is lying at the side of the grave as they are lowering the casket. As the casket is going down, Torrey's dog reaches out and puts his paws on it. Friday starts crying.

Another thing he does is he smiles when he greets someone. He sure is a jewel. Everyone around here loves him because he is a bundle of happiness.

Take care Lexxi.

Best Always, Love

Christine

[Christine]

Hi Lexxi,                02 January 2020

"Wow Christine Friday puts my dog to shame. She doesn't do any of that good stuff."

No, Friday doesn't put Halo to shame, nor would he want to. Halo has been standing by you, has been loving you and has become a part of your Soul. She Loves you unconditionally.

As time passes and our loyal companions become less capable, they need our Love and Loyalty more so than ever as they enter their twilight years; it's time to start returning the love they have so graciously given us, no strings attached.

Don't get angry if She has an accident in the house; she didn't want to but she had no choice. Always remember, she has given you something humans seldom give to anyone, Unconditional Love.

Make accommodations for her, shorten the time between pee breaks. Her kidneys may be weakening, her bladder may have shrunk, losing capacity. You may need to put her on a prescription diet that will reduce the strain on her kidneys and or her heart. She should have a Full Panel blood test (CBC). There are many things that can start going wrong. Early checkups can go a long way in helping her have a high quality senior life.

Halo has been there for you all these years, now it's time to start being there for Her; she needs you now more than ever before.

God Bless Halo and her mom.

Best Always, Love

Christine

[MaryT]

Christine, I suppose that initially, your coyote friend Sheba may have been attracted because she had learned that lawnmowers sometimes disturb rodents that she might catch.  I'm sure that she became genuinely affectionate towards you, though.  Like us, animals are capable of suffering, happiness and love, and as with humans, love that begins with an act of kindness is as real as any other.

I had a similar experience to one you had when Muttley passed away.  When I was caring for my mother, her Yorkie would jump onto my bed in the mornings and stand on top of me, looking at my face.  If I didn't have to get up straight away, he would lie on top of me until I was ready.  On the morning after he was put to sleep, the same thing happened. I felt him jump onto my bed and climb onto me.  I opened my eyes and saw him looking into my face as usual.  He lay on top of me for a while but when it was time for me to get up, he disappeared.  Since then, I only once saw him on my bed, although I still sometimes feel his presence.  Sceptics could say that it was a dream, a hypnopompic hallucination, but it was real to me. 

[Christine]

Christine, I suppose that initially, your coyote friend Sheba may have been attracted because she had learned that lawnmowers sometimes disturb rodents that she might catch.  I'm sure that she became genuinely affectionate towards you, though.  Like us, animals are capable of suffering, happiness and love, and as with humans, love that begins with an act of kindness is as real as any other.

I had a similar experience to one you had when Muttley passed away.  When I was caring for my mother, her Yorkie would jump onto my bed in the mornings and stand on top of me, looking at my face.  If I didn't have to get up straight away, he would lie on top of me until I was ready.  On the morning after he was put to sleep, the same thing happened. I felt him jump onto my bed and climb onto me.  I opened my eyes and saw him looking into my face as usual.  He lay on top of me for a while but when it was time for me to get up, he disappeared.  Since then, I only once saw him on my bed, although I still sometimes feel his presence.  Sceptics could say that it was a dream, a hypnopompic hallucination, but it was real to me.

Hi MaryT,                   03 January 2020

He was there; he was as real as you making your post. I know Muttley was there; I remember holding Muttley when she drew her last breath. I wanted the vet to do the same for me. I had never felt so alone as I did at that moment.

My dad lived with me at the time. He was a very cold person and didn't care much for Dogs. After Muttley died he said: "I can't believe how empty this house is." Muttley was one of those that had an unbelievable presence. When she passed away I felt a huge chunk of my being was gone. I was empty and lost.

I was glad when Muttley came back and visited me. I then knew I would be with her and all my other pets when my time came. About a month later she took control of me and drove the car to where Victoria was living at the Ford Dealership. The moment I saw Victoria, I knew exactly why and how what had just taken place had come about. I was there to rescue Victoria.... so I thought. As it turned out She was there to rescue me.

Our relationship was unique, we each knew what the other was thinking. We had a very tight bond. At the time I was working as a consultant for one of the largest banks in the world. My office was right here where I am sitting typing this post. When I was in here she would lie down across the threshold of this room. No matter who came towards this office, when they were about eight feet away she would growl in a very low and intense manner that let you know she was ready to strike if you didn't stop. The sound even made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. My dad learned quickly that you don't mess with Vic when she has sent you her warning.

There will come the day MaryT, when you will be with your little Yorkie friend when you both are reunited at the Rainbow Bridge, never to be parted again.

Dena and I are so glad you're here.

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