Archives for June 2019

Notable Quotable Week 26

“The distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success.”
Bruce Feirstein —

Welcome to week 26 of 52 weeks of quotes meant to give you inspiration and something to think about……..please do share your thoughts in the comments on my website in this post!  The opportunities in 2019 can be endless!

 

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Notable Quotable Week 25

“In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.”
Deepak Chopra—

Welcome to week 25 of 52 weeks of quotes meant to give you inspiration and something to think about……..please do share your thoughts in the comments on my website in this post!  The opportunities in 2019 can be endless!

 

Thank you for reading my post. What do you dream about seeing, doing, being?  Got a bucket list? A life plan?  Want to start one?  I’d love to help you get there, check out my services.  The first step to believing ‘opportunities are endless’ is sometimes not as hard if you grab some inspiration under my blog category, “Bucket of Limitless Possibilities”.  If you like what you see, please let me know by “liking” my website. All comments are greatly appreciated.  You can even join my tribe to automatically receive new postings ‘hot off the press’.  There’s a place to do that right on my website homepage.  As always, please feel free to share my information with others who may find interest and value in PR Brady AdVentures!  Thanks again!

Guardian Angel

It’s Saturday, 11:45 am.

Exactly 1 week ago right now, my world changed.

Finally I’m able to say it.

Shes gone.

My baby.

My furry child.

My best friend.

Gone.

The end of our time together.

The end of a way of life.

Shes gone to join her sister over that rainbow bridge.

Gone from this earthly plane, ascending to that white light of eternal bliss with our maker.

Leaving me to somehow move through this house, this yard, this world, without her.

Day seven and I’m still not moving well.

Forgive me if I cry….

She was always the strong one. The day I brought them home, it was obvious the little 8 week old pup was strong, daring, and fearless, opposite of her twin sister.  Double her sisters size, she stood tall, confident, and walked with purpose.  She was “Super Dog”!  Flying from the top of the couch to the top of the love seat, like a winged Angel. She was independent. Decisive. She became the matriarch of the house.  We all bowed down to her commands.

My Angel Baby.

She was always the “assertive” one. Confident and forthright.  Never shy about running up to strangers with urgency as if to say “WHO are YOU? WHAT do you think you’re DOING here?”  Even stamping her paw at you. Walks were “surveillance trips” to inspect the neighborhood and find out who else has been peeing there. Always making sure everything was safe. She held judgment, opinion and suspicion as if to say; “prove to me I should trust you!”  It took some proving before she was ready to “give paw” and be your friend.  She wanted to know everything.  It was her job to ask the hard questions and keep the family safe.  And she would remember it all.  Because of her, I met many, many people I may not have otherwise, just from her assertive (notice how I don’t say aggressive?) insistent approach.  She taught me much about the delicate balance between confidence and aggression. Acceptance and refusal.  She was a living example of that, with just one look.

She was always the scruffy one. My little Tom Boy. Rawhide in the mouth, off to bury it in the dirt!  Keeping her clean was impossible.  Unlike her sister, she was all about the hunt, or the dig, or the smelly “whatever”.  I’ll never forget the time we hiked up to the top of Eagle Mountain and back.  All the other hikers along the trail commented on how beautiful my girls were.  Long flowing blonde hair.  Endless energy.  Up and down the trail we went.  And then, the moment she noticed it, she dove off a foot bridge into the murkiest, green goo water known to man.  Rolling, digging, jumping.  We drove for hours looking for a reachable stream I could safely clean her off in.  She hated to be brushed and could pull her bows or clips out of her hair in record time.  She insisted on allowing her leg hair to matt up making her look 5 times bigger than she actually was.  And then she would walk, confidently, heavy on the front steps, as though she was ready to get into the ring and kick some booty. Yes, she was my Tom Boy.  She was my dirty girl. Even still, there was something about her that intrigued people. She racked up smiles and compliments, and brought entertainment to everyone we met.

She was always the protective one. When I was sick, or sad, or worried, or angry, she was the one to come to my side, and guard me.  And there were so many of those times over course of our world.  Without fail, she was always, always there. She would rush up to strangers on our walks, placing a fur barrier between me and them until she assessed their intentions and was sure it was safe for them to come any closer.  She protected the house, the yard, and even alerted me any time bad weather was approaching that we should head into the basement for.  She would stay close, always at the ready, watching for danger.  She would keep everyone else in line when I was too tired to.  She was all attitude, but it was purely out of love.  She adored me as I did her.  She protected me. She was the large and in charge girl.  My matriarch.  My guard dog.  My Guardian Angel.  She always made me feel safe.

She was quite the adventurous one. She loved rides in the truck looking out the passenger window, while Sunny Girl perched on the console between the bucket seats.  She loved the outdoors and our road trips. She was a camping girl, a hiking girl, and an all-around 4 season outdoors girl, like me.  She loved the snow.  She loved the cold.  She really seemed to love hunting season.  She knew she could give Buddy a run for his money in the field.  The first time they saw one in the yard, she outran Buddy for a striped gopher, she got it, dispatched it and laid down like a sphinx with it in front of her. That moment set the stage for who would be in charge.  She proved herself to be a hunter and gatherer for our family, having dispatched many mice and chipmunks over the years, and almost a squirrel or two. She even came in for an assist on a rabbit Buddy got ahold of. She and her sister traveled all over the state with Buddy and I in search of game.  They assumed guard positions over the truck or our camp while I would be in the field hunting with Buddy.  On our return, she was always eager to smell us up and down to learn all about where we’d been, and would “nose” the quarry with such excitement.  I always felt like she was evaluating our harvest.  Then she would get into the “I can hunt too!” mode, and stalk around camp, looking for something to catch.

She was always the little chow hog. Getting that girl to leave everyone else’s food alone was an act of congress.  She would eat anything.  Anywhere.  She would challenge Sunny, and Buddy, Jack and Coco for their dinners.  Me and you, too! She was such a relentless bully about food, I had to fence her off with her dish so everyone else could eat their meals in peace.

Until now.

What I would give to have her under foot trying to keep her out of her siblings dishes.

My tough little Tom Boy was going to show everyone that she wasn’t done yet. That she was strong enough for both of us. She tried not to disappoint, because she knew how much I needed her.  Watching her fight to get better…was unbearable.  It was like she was in denial, saying; “I got this, I’m ok.” I could feel her life force—it was strong.  On the inside I cried to the universe “Is it her time? How can I help her?  Please don’t take her from me!” but on the outside all I could do was hide my hot irrational mess and try to comfort my Angel baby.

She continued to accept bits of hamburger, liver, chicken, fish and lamb until she just couldn’t do it anymore. The day she turned her nose up to Maple Beef Sticks and Butternut Squash….

Once again, I am so very tired. Not from being up all night from her dementia cries for months.  Not from rushing to her side when she had a bad dream, or when she looked terrified of being alone. No, heck no, I laid by her side and protected her, comforted her, and made sure she did not feel one bit alone for weeks.  No, this tired is about the void.  The emptiness. The exhaustion that comes from a realization that change is inevitable.  Nothing is permanent.  Feels like I’ve lost a huge part of what makes me me, like an arm or a leg, or a lung.  Somehow I had it in my mind that Angel would be with me for years yet—such a strong, suborn old girl. They say the average life span of a Lhasa Apso is 12 – 14 years.  My gawd, Angel is like 134 dog years old.

I know she was trying to stay for me. In May of 2017 Angel had a stroke. I clutched her in my arms and begged her not to leave me. I cared for her relentlessly and she didn’t.  When her sister died 6 months ago I pulled Angel close to my chest, buried my face in her neck and begged her to stay with me forever, that I couldn’t lose her too. And once again she stayed, despite her own grief, another stroke and a number of seizures.

She had already given me a bonus year. How dare I ask for more?

But I just couldn’t put my own selfish wants aside. She seemed to be trying to rise up and recover. She still had the will. My tough old girl. In my desperation and anguish I convinced myself that maybe we could get her back up!

So I rushed her over to the vet. Sobbing, Terrified. Irrationally hopeful….

“Please, please can you help her? Is it not yet her time? Can she come back?”

The vet showed such monumental compassion.

Her heart was still quite strong. For a moment, there was actually hope, but it would be a long road back. And then, the truth hit. The vet discovered an unfortunate development. Angel’s battle for life was not winnable. She had complications I had no way of knowing about, and could have never fixed.  Yes, it’s her time.

I had to find the strength to encourage her to rise up and surrender to something so much better than now.

As she lay on the exam table on a soft bed of cushions, toys and blankets, I looked into her eyes, and she into mine. My Angel. My guardian Angel.  Her breath slowing, her eyes softening, our connection so very strong.  She knew she was not alone. I chanted, well, I cried, Vedic Mantras in hopes that she would feel safe to let go, and reassured her it was okay to follow that beautiful white light. The vet was there to assist.

And then there was stillness.

She definitely did her best to stay with me.

Forgive me if I cry.

She gave everything she could to me for 17 years, 4 months and 8 days. And I gave everything I could to her.  My Angel Baby.  Her heart was pure, her devotion unending. I was most certainly blessed to have such a strong, unwavering, unconditional commitment with another being for so long.  Beyond best friends.  Beyond family.  My Sweet Sweet Guardian Angel.  I was so very blessed.

Yogi’s believe we are spiritual beings, simply passing through and having a quick little human experience. That this time, the here and now, is a mere micro speck of what our true soul selves are, that we are in fact, eternal light and goodness merged with our maker, our God. And the same holds true for animals. I fully embrace the idea of this belief, but clearly, I’m not there yet.  As hard as I try to look at things differently…

It just never gets easier. In fact, it gets harder to experience loss.  All of my yogic logic went right out the window at the thought of losing Sunny Girl…and then Holly, and now this?  There are no words.  Geeze I can’t even remember to breathe this past week.

Humbling, how this kind of loss can be so traumatic. So life changing.  Instantly my life is now so different.  So, very different.  I’ve spent an entire span of my life, a 17 year chapter of my life sharing the most intimate details of my life with her.  Coveting a very specific sense of family. Belonging.  My foundation for how I’ve lived, and who I’ve been is now gone.  I go back and forth between my selfish need to have Angel with me, and selfless desire to know she is with her sister in a much better place now.

Angel Brady ascended on Saturday June 8th, 2019, at 11:45 a.m.

Love you to the moon and back, my Angel Baby. You are my rock, my inspiration to press on. Our family grieves the loss of your physical presence, and pray you shine your pure loving light over us and remain my Guardian Angel until we can heal and meet again. Take good care of Sunny Girl, Holly, Jack, and Buddy.

 

Thank you for reading my post. What are you most passionate about? What makes your soul sing? I’d love to hear about it!  All comments are greatly appreciated.  For me, it’s any time I can be immersed in nature.  My connection is strong to the outdoors, mother earth, and animals.  You can get up close and personal through my observations and experiences in my “Words From The Wild” blog category.  If you like what you see, please let me know by “liking” my website. You can even join my tribe to automatically receive new postings ‘hot off the press’.  As always, please feel free to share my information with others who may find meaning and value in the outdoors from this outdoorswoman’s perspective, and PR Brady AdVentures. Thanks again!

Notable Quotable Week 24

 

“Keep your face to the sunshine and you can never see the shadow.”
– —Helen Keller—

 

Welcome to week 24 of 52 weeks of quotes meant to give you inspiration and something to think about……..please do share your thoughts in the comments on my website in this post!  The opportunities in 2019 can be endless!

 

Thank you for reading my post. What do you dream about seeing, doing, being?  Got a bucket list? A life plan?  Want to start one?  I’d love to help you get there, check out my services.  The first step to believing ‘opportunities are endless’ is sometimes not as hard if you grab some inspiration under my blog category, “Bucket of Limitless Possibilities”.  If you like what you see, please let me know by “liking” my website. All comments are greatly appreciated.  You can even join my tribe to automatically receive new postings ‘hot off the press’.  There’s a place to do that right on my website homepage.  As always, please feel free to share my information with others who may find interest and value in PR Brady AdVentures!  Thanks again!

Holly Rising

Seven days ago today, I laid to rest my pure, innocent, loving little white rabbit, Holly.

She gave almost no warning.

Ten days ago she seemed to be acting a little different. Didn’t want to come out and play.  When she eventually did, she hid under the bed–for days.  She finally went back to her cage, but still seemed a little off.  Not being much of an authority of rabbits, I thought maybe she was going through some kind of spring blues thing.  Or maybe she’s mad at me because she’s lonely. I haven’t been able to spend as much time with her the last few weeks.  Angel has been a handful of dementia issues since we went to Windom, and wrapped around my full time work I literally run up and down the stairs to spend time with each of them, and try to find time to add in Coco too.

‘Maybe she’s mad because I’ve been sleeping downstairs on the couch near Angel instead of up in our room.’

‘Maybe she misses me sleeping there.’ Maybe, maybe, maybe….maybe I need a qualified opinion.

When I checked on her the next morning I decided if she wasn’t better and acting normal by the time I got home from work, we’d go to the vet for advice. I softly rubbed her little nose bridge, and caressed her cheeks. “ I’m worried about you Holly baby.  What’s wrong with my honey bunny?”  She leaned into my fingers, loving the gentle touch.  “I’ll see you soon, baby, and we’ll have the doctor take a look at you.”  We touched noses.  She loved to “kiss” by touching noses.

That was our last kiss.

Even though I raced home from work and ran up the stairs to our room as fast as I could, I was too late. Her warm, limp body told me she had just let go of this earthly life and ascended.

The tears came hard and fast. Shock. Regret.  Sadness.  Bewilderment.  How could she just go?  Just like that? Nine hours ago she was upright and alive! The heartbreak was profound.

I had failed my pure hearted, love bunny.

Rabbit care is a totally different relationship than having cats and dogs. The only thing I ever knew about rabbits was that Hasenpfeffer is darn tasty and I have to admit, I’ve taken quite a few out of the wild for meals over the years, and, quite a few out of the garden to save my plants. How I went from that to keeping one as a pet is still a head scratcher to me.  Everything happens for a reason.  Guess there was a lesson in there.

Rabbits are surprisingly smart, protective, clean freaks, devoted and a little OCD. They are touch-o-holics, too. House bunnies are totally dependent on you for what you do for them.  Holly came into my life as a “rescue” in January of 2016.  It took her awhile to warm up to me, and having a life with me.  It seems she may have been a cage rabbit until me.  She just upgraded to a much bigger cage. She seemed to immediately be drawn to things like light cords and plastic containers. I protected her from any potential canine brigade threat. Then I rabbit proofed my master bedroom and gave her the run of it.  That earned me many points.  And yeah, I forgave her for chewing off 2 of my 4 bedroom lamp chords, and six pairs of my crappy fake leather shoes.

One of her favorite things to do besides have me pet her face, was chase around after one particular pair of pink pajama bottoms of mine. They quickly became “hers”.   We’d play “jammies”.  I’d stand and dangle the jammies near the ground and circle them around me, with her hot on the heels of their lace bottoms.  Around and around she’d run after the jammies, trying to catch them.  Clock then counter-clock wise, weaving between my legs, around and around.  Then I’d capture her into the ‘butt’ of them, and wrap the legs around her body.  She would sit for a few seconds all tucked in, then roll over onto her back, relishing the feel of those soft jammies around her fluffy body like a swaddled baby.

Next, she’d wiggle out of them and I’d quickly capture her into their waist, and we’d play “Where’s Holly?”. She would tunnel her way down a leg, and pop her little head out as if to say “here I am!” We could play those games for hours. And often did.

Perhaps the most adorable quirk was her dashing to her cage to go potty in the middle of us playing. Holly was the cleanest sweetie ever.  She would even run to her cage to eat her treats. She would dump her food dish when she was not happy with the selection of goodies.  She would throw her hay dish into her potty box when she thought it was too soiled. She would show me how high she could jump (to my dismay) by leaping up onto the bed or dresser in one move.  She knew when I was taking a picture and would strike a pose for me.  To my surprise, the joy I experienced developing a relationship with and playing with my bunny is indescribable. I was blessed to be able to add her sweetness to our family.  She brought so much happiness to my world.

Her world, was filled with treats, toys, and cubbies to hide in to entertain herself when I couldn’t be there. But we always began and ended each day with jammie time, gentle face rubs, and kisses.

As I’ve sat here the past week, shaming myself for not doing something sooner….not acting sooner….not having all the answers or getting home sooner….as my heart holds heavy with sadness and regret… a little voice in the back of my head tries to tell myself that she had a good life for the last 3 years and 5 months.

I don’t know what her life was like before me. Or how old she actually was.  I only know Holly opened her heart to me and became my honey bunny.  She let me be her human.  It changed my world.  And I miss that little fluff ball and all her silly antics like crazy. She gave me unconditional trust and love, and taught me a thing or two about pure gentleness of heart.  Why she suddenly had to leave so soon, I just don’t understand.

On Friday, May 31st 2019, my friend came over with a shovel and dug. Dug through the toughest roots known to man to create a heartfelt resting place. I wrapped Holly in her favorite pink ‘jammies’ for the last time, and gently placed her soft fluffy body deep into the rich black earth of my back yard, right along the wild bunny path that is heavily traveled in the early morning hours. After a soft transition chant, I stepped away from my Holly girls resting place, filled with love, gratitude, appreciation, and great sorrow at the loss of this precious life.

Rest in peace, sweet Holly. Rise up into the eternal white energy light.  May your spirit be free to run with the wild ones.

 

Words from Wild PR Brady AdventuresThank you for reading my post. What are you most passionate about? What makes your soul sing? I’d love to hear about it!  All comments are greatly appreciated.  For me, it’s any time I can be immersed in nature.  My connection is strong to the outdoors, mother earth, and animals.  You can get up close and personal through my observations and experiences in my “Words From The Wild” blog category.  If you like what you see, please let me know by “liking” my website. You can even join my tribe to automatically receive new postings ‘hot off the press’.  As always, please feel free to share my information with others who may find meaning and value in the outdoors from this outdoorswoman’s perspective, and PR Brady AdVentures. Thanks again!

 

Notable Quotable Week 23

 

 

“If you’re going through hell, keep going.”

Winston Churchill—

Welcome to week 23 of 52 weeks of quotes meant to give you inspiration and something to think about……..please do share your thoughts in the comments on my website in this post!  The opportunities in 2019 can be endless!

 

Thank you for reading my post. What do you dream about seeing, doing, being?  Got a bucket list? A life plan?  Want to start one?  I’d love to help you get there, check out my services.  The first step to believing ‘opportunities are endless’ is sometimes not as hard if you grab some inspiration under my blog category, “Bucket of Limitless Possibilities”.  If you like what you see, please let me know by “liking” my website. All comments are greatly appreciated.  You can even join my tribe to automatically receive new postings ‘hot off the press’.  There’s a place to do that right on my website homepage.  As always, please feel free to share my information with others who may find interest and value in PR Brady AdVentures!  Thanks again!