Tears of Sorrow - Tears of Joy

Its only been a week but it feels like it's been years. We lost our beloved little Sheena last Saturday. She was coming on 17 years old, and I'm sure it was way past her time. She came into our family in September of 1992. My friend Joni had just gotten a puppy and I mentioned to Jim how adorable Chancey was. Joni mentioned that they had one pup left and she was the runt of the litter. The people who had the puppies were going to keep her, but later decided that they would let us have her, and we needed to come and get her right away, so Jim surprised me with her for an early birthday present.... The rest is history. What an amazing dog. Her and Carson grew up together and he doesn't remember life without her.

You've heard that cats have 9 lives, Sheena had a lot of close calls too. In the hottest point of the summer she accidentally got locked in the car for 2 hours and had a heat stroke. A few days later (along with a couple doses of Pepto and Gatorade) she was back to her perky self. Later in life, when crossing the street to come home she ran into the tire of a slow moving car. After she recovered from the initial panic, she was up and running with no broken bones, just a slight bloody nose, a kinked neck and a fat lip. She loved to ride in the car on my lap. One night after a sharp left turn, she tumbled out the window and rolled across the parking lot. One of her most recent mishaps was an evening last summer while camping. She was crossing a bridge over a shallow creek (being nearly blind). Jim heard a splash and helped her out of the ice cold water. Same summer-different camping trip, she ate something weird and ended up at the vet with "colitis." As if all the previous wasn't enough to get a good dog down, she suffered a slight stroke. Soon after, had 5 rotten teeth pulled-the vet said they just had to go (too much cheese supposedly??)
Due to lack of teeth she spent her last days with her tongue sticking out.

Ain't I still lookin' good for being old?
(112 dog'on years)

Caden and "Sheesh" as he called her

Jim has never really liked dogs, but there is no denying him missing her as well as the rest of the family.

My niece sent me the following little story that really touched me and I wanted to share it.

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 have 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 eye of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together...

Cruisin on the "Princess"

It has been quite some time since I have added to my blog. Just wanted to tell you about our cruise to the Carribbean. We actually went before Thanksgiving so I am really behind in the news but the great memories are still fresh in my mind. We left the Salt Lake Airport on Nov 14th (Friday) and flew to Atlanta and then onto Fort Laurdale Florida. We went with Jim's sister Terri and her husband and met up wWith my sister Julie and her husband who were already in Florida. We stepped off the plane and wow the humidiy was so high. Living in dry Idaho it was a real difference.

We saw some great sunsets, rode a ferry boat to the Grand Cayman islands, (a very very rough ride} and those of you who know me know that I was a tad bit afraid of deep water and then when I sae the look on the driver's face I really freaked out!!!! We rode ATV's during a heavy rainstorm that ended up being a flood causing us to detour and ride back along the highway. I really freaked out again when I saw that the cars where driving on the wrong side of the road later to find out that it is how they all drive there. We also enjoyed a long hike to visit the Coba Mayan ruins. They were awesome other than I only climbed up the first 10 steps. On the
way back there were bicycle taxis that we could have rode but we were too proud so we trudged back to the bus.

We saw the movie "Mama Mia" on a huge screen under the stars. Lots of the songs were from the group "Abba" However, I didn't know that could sing and thought it had to be a fill in. It was great - I felt like I was at a concert-Jim kept reminding me that we weren't and to stop singing so loud. I am taking it that he was a bit embarrased. Oh Well I was having fun

We saw a group in the theatre called "Abracadabra". They were portraying the group "Abba" too. Great music.

I never got sea sick but for some reason the movement (or swells as the captain called them) would make me walk crooked and I know that everyone else thought that I had drank a few too many. It was way funny except when we went out to the deck and I was afraid that I might just go overboard.