Arizona - The Rescue Dog Who Rescued Me
Arizona was, well, a rescue dog. But, as it usually turns out, it was the
pet parent - me - who got rescued. We were together from January 3, 2021 until June 7, 2023.
As the meme from "Amazing Grace" hammers, I was lost and Arizona
was among those who helped me find a new me, both personally and
professionally. Others nudging me toward something included meditation leader
Richard Wilder, the mystics Dottie/Al Heindl at Metamorphosis
Spiritual Center and city girl good listener Charlene Lasater.
Last Saturday, Arizona and I had a glorious afternoon at Lake Erie. That was
the last one of those for us. Although I never knew her exact age, the medical
opinion was that she was 13 or 14.
It seemed to unfold slo mo but the downward cycling actually was fast. I
began to lose Arizona. The Italian mama in me cooked up a storm, hoping she
would eat.
Yesterday the empathic Dr. Jennifer Meranda and her team at Pleasant
Animal Hospital helped Arizona pass over with gentleness and immersed
in love.
Today Arizona sent a signal to me as I meditated that she is free of pain.
Molly, a dog I had parented since when she was a puppy to just before her 13th
birthday, is showing Arizona the ropes over in that other dimension.
I know that I am blessed to have had all these givers in my life. Probably I
took too much. I hope to give back by taking into my life another rescue
dog.
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