Giving Gratitude

I want to tell you a story about a dog.

He’s not just any dog. He’s been an abandoned dog, a rescue dog, a hiking dog, a service dog, an emotional support dog, and a retired dog. But more important than all of those, he is the love of my life. Yes, you read that right. I love him. More than life itself. 

And while this blog portion of the website is intentionally created with information that you can refer back to in order to help your own pet, today he would like to share a bit about the last year of his life with you and how grateful he is for what he has.

So thanks for stopping by, and I hope you enjoy his post.


November 25, 2021

Last year during the summer time my mom told me that she was going to start looking for a new place for us to live. We loved our apartment but it wasn’t very safe there anymore. There were untrained dogs everywhere, people not respecting other people’s space, and a new landlord who wasn’t fixing anything. My mom referred to him as “that famous scumlord of the county we live in”. She didn’t want to move us too far away from our friends, but she was wide open to where that might be because she wanted us to have a really small house for her and a really big yard for me. We knew we would probably have to rent a duplex and live with someone above us, or maybe she would get lucky and find one of those one story apartment buildings (villa, ranch condo), but we were OK with that because I needed to live where there were only one or two stairs to climb now that my back legs were not coopering like they used to.

You see, I have canine arthritis. It’s pretty common among service dogs, so we were expecting it. My arthritis isn’t as bad as my moms, but pretty bad nonetheless. And my legs are much shorter than hers and stairs are made for humans not pets (the stride is too short for balance), so she did her little manifesting thing and let it go, and had faith that we would find what was right for us.

Well…..that manifesting thing sure paid off because a few weeks later my Aunt Teresa offered to be our landlord. The only thing was she didn’t have anything to rent to us, so she bought a house! My mom was lucky enough to be able to find something right for us, and it was so much more than we thought we would have! 

I remember the first time she brought me here. She walked me through the house and saw that in the living room I could look out the windows. I really liked that. Then we ended up in the family room by the sliding glass door where I could see the yard. I asked her if it was mine and she said yes. Then opened the door and let me go check it out. I liked it a lot. We stayed long enough for me to do a perimeter sniff and sit in the grass for a while.  When we got home she asked me what I thought of it and would I like to live there and I said I would! We went a few times before we moved in because the house was very dirty and needed a lot of cleaning and some painting (closets) before we could move in. One time she left me in the yard but closed the door and I kinda freaked out, digging a few extra large holes in my new yard.

Mom was not happy, but when I told her why I freaked out she understood.

See I was owned by someone else before my mom met me. I had a man who lived in a wheelchair who was training me for mobility assistance. Unfortunately he died when he was taken to the hospital and I was left in the backyard. No one came to the house for a few months, but some lady came and gave me food and water and then took me to the shelter where my mom found me. I was a tad bit underweight as I hadn’t had food in a while, but my mom took good care of me and I was able to have food when I wanted it and her by my side because she worked from home. 

The yard I was in was big and private like the one we have now. I couldn’t see anyone and they couldn’t see me. After the excitement of my own yard wore off the panic set in. First the panic that I couldn’t get to my mom if she needed me (service dog), and second that I was trapped like I was when I was a pup (rescue dog). It took me a really long time to get used to the yard and my mom leaves the big glass door open when I’m out there so I can hear her and she can hear me when I want to come back inside. And no I’m not a barker unless my mom is in distress and we are out in public. I’m actually a roa roa (roo-roo) dog (samoyed). We don’t howl like wolves, we roo-roo instead. Probably because we are talkers. Anyway, I got better, but then one day this summer I had a moment and dug another hole. Mom wasn’t happy, but understood that dogs do that. She just blocked it off and planted grass seed. She says she may plant a rose bush there to keep me away from that part of the yard (where she can’t see me from the door). I suspect she will…

Anyway, this house has been great and I am so grateful my Aunt Teresa decided to help us with this part of our journey! We’ve had some stuff happen that was pretty stressful for all of us, but we made it through and are just gonna move forward now. 

But I want to tell you something…

I am so glad to have my mom. She has faith. She believes in what she can’t see because she knows when you do great things, great things happen. She calls it the universe, because it’s about all our energies working together to make things happen no matter who you are or where you are in this universe. You can call it whatever you want, but I’m glad my mom has it cause she says most people don’t. So she just put it out there to the universe what we needed and expected to get just that (what we needed). It wasn’t what she had envisioned, cause she didn’t imagine being able to live in a house all by ourselves, instead it was so much more! And yes I was trying to manifest my own yard, and maybe live near a park or a friend with a bigger yard to play in when it snows. But instead I got my own yard where my mom can plant and I can play and snow can fall for me to hang out in!

My mom told me that when humans get out of their own way and do things for someone else, then things fall in place. She wasn’t really thinking about what she needed in a place to live, except she did want quiet neighbors. She was only thinking about me and what I needed for the last leg of my earthly journey. She knows I have a few good years left in me and wanted me to have the one thing I couldn’t have the whole time I was working: a yard. One time we had a really tiny yard and she fixed it so I could sit out there if I wanted to but I never did. It’s kinda hard being responsible for a human and being away from them. Especially one who was having seizures. 

I really didn’t worry about having a yard, or even wanting one, as long I was working. But once I retired I started to think it might be something I would like to have. And of course my mom picked up on my thoughts and told me when it was time to move from the apartment we would look for a place with a yard. And here we are…

You see, today is the day my mom stops to give thanks to all those who have helped or are helping us along the way, and that’s a lot of people! Me and my mom don’t have much and life can be kinda hard for her, but she never complains or gets angry. OK sometimes she gets angry, but not like throwing and kicking things angry. She might get upset, but she goes for a walk and gets it out of her head so she can think better. Anyway, we have a lot of people to thank and we are pretty sure they all know who they are. 

So today I want to give thanks out loud to a few people who love me and care for me, and a silent moment of gratitude for some have never met me!

My Aunt Teresa, My Aunt Bonnie, My Aunt Julie, My Aunt Sally and of course my Mom.

I hope you have people you can be grateful for, who mean a lot to you and love you and want the best for you. People who go out of their way to make sure you are safe, fed, see the vet, get groomed, and put a roof over your head (if you can’t). 

I hope you take a minute right now to thank them. You don’t have to say it out loud, or call them, cause when you thank them from your heart, they will hear you.

Sammy


One thought on “Giving Gratitude

  1. Heya mate, I’m glad all’s worked out well. Sounds like you’re a lucky fella, and have a great little pack of humans…. especially your Mum, she sounds terrific! You should go give her a big sloppy kiss on the nose!

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