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Chubs

 

The loss of a pet can be a devastating thing. It was for me six years ago, when I lost my dog Chubs to Kidney failure. I knew big dogs do not have a long life-expectancy but his was cut even shorter having been only 6 years old at the time. I watched him struggle that morning; I laid down next to him to whisper good-bye and hug him one last time before my family took him in to the vet to be put down. When they returned, and handed me his remains in beautiful stained wooden container I was numb. I continued to be numb throughout the following weeks. My cats tried to console me to no avail. Even little Sadie, who didn’t like people! 

Finally, I sat down one night and wrote the piece below. I can’t tell you how much writing it helped. While I wrote it, I not only cried, but I laughed. Oh, how I laughed! When I was done, I felt that I had finally let go. I knew I was going to be okay. I haven’t gotten another dog yet, but I think it’s time. I wanted to share this with you in hopes that anyone who has had a pet pass, will take comfort and find a way to express their grief for their trusted friend as I had.

How quiet the house is. You see, my dog died.

Many would say, “It’s just a dog, for heaven’s sake.”

But for me he was so much more.

You see, I’m alone a lot. He was my constant companion.

Sure, I have 2 cats.

If you know anything about cats,

You know your relationship with them is on their terms.

Besides, the cats will miss him too.

They used him as their personal jungle gym.

He would lay there and patiently allow them to do so. 

He would sit or lay beside me wherever I was.

If I went outside, he did too, the clicking of paws

On the floor following me from room to room.

When I took a shower, he waited outside the door.

Disgruntled because I wouldn’t let him in,

He would whine until I was done.

When he kind of snorted and sighed at the same time,

My niece said he was “huffeling”.

I don’t know how to spell the word,

Sounded kind of like snuffle with “ing” at the end.

He loved children.

And they, with the intuition of a child, knew it and loved him. 

Because I am alone so much, I would talk to him.

I would have these monologues with him,

In which he appeared to understand every word.

Then he would roll over on his back,

Hind legs splayed out, his fore legs up in the air,

To show he was bored with the whole conversation.

He also thought he was little.

As a Newfie/St. Bernard cross, he was anything but.

He didn’t realize that there were places he wasn’t supposed to be.

But he’d do his damnedest to get all 200 lbs.

Squeezed into the tightest places.

If it meant moving furniture, so be it, he was going there.

No graceful movements for him,

He’d just flop down wherever it suited him.

Never again will I be able to look at a bag of Doritos,

Oreos, M&M’s, Jelly Beans, Twizzlers, or those damn Smarties,

Without thinking of him, he loved all those.

Beware whoever sat down with a bag of any of those things,

He’d try crawling onto their lap for a favorite treat.

One day, while putting groceries away,

He sat and stared at the package of Oreos.

He didn’t try to take them,

Just looked at them longingly until I noticed,

Then he’d look at me, the package, at me, and on it went go until I relented.

He was my protector as well.

If someone so much as raised their voice to me,

He was there in an instant to stand between me and the perceived threat.

If he wasn’t satisfied that his mere presence was enough, he’d growl.

The worst will be the long lonely nights alone.

No gentle snoring coming from the side of my bed.

If I got up in the night, he went with me.

If there was a noise outside, he patrolled the house and wouldn’t stop,

Until he was convinced all was well, then he’d return check on me, turn around a few times,

And then flop down to sleep.

I’d reach down and scratch his head feeling secure.

My dog died and I am alone.

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Imbolc Blessings All!

Imbolc also known as Candlemas, is a beautiful Sabbat that celebrates purity, growth and renewal. We rejoice in the re-union of the Goddess and God, fertility, and the dispensing of the old to welcome the new. The symbols we use are the Brigid’s Cross, Straw or Corn Dolls, Acorn Wands, Besoms (brooms), and Candle Wheels. The colors we use for decorating are White, Red, Yellow, Light Green and Brown.

Imbolc is celebrated on February 2nd and is also called Oimealg by the Druids. It is derived from the Gaelic word “oimelc” which means “ewes milk”. Herd animals have either given birth to the first offspring of the year or their wombs are swollen, and the milk of life is flowing into their teats and udders. At this time of year, we bless the seeds and consecrate the tools of agriculture if we are farmers.

It marks the midwinter point and from this day to March 21st, the Spring Equinox or as we all it, Ostara, it is the festival of the Maiden. This is the point the year where the feminine sacred is in her virginal state. She is preparing for growth and renewal. She is honored as the Bride on this Sabbat. Symbolized the Straw & Corn Dolls which are then placed on a flower bedding in a basket.

In ancient times, the young unmarried girls would carry this basket to the front door and gifts were given to the doll. After the traditional feast, the older women would fashion acorn wands for the dolls to hold. Before going to bed, the doll with the wand would be tossed into the fire. The following morning, the ashes would be read for good omens of prosperity for the coming year.

It is also a time of spring cleaning. The tradition of the sweeping with a besom throughout the house as you sweep away the old, when finished you place the besom by the door to welcome in the new. Throughout the house candles are placed to welcome the rebirth of the Sun. The Brigid crosses, were made as symbols of protection and exchanged as gifts among the people another way to ensure prosperity as well.

Symbols:  Brigid’s Bed, Brigid’s Doll, Brigid’s Cross, Besoms, Candle Wheels, Priapic Wands, Ploughs

Colors for Altar & Candles:  Pink, White, Red, Yellow, Light Blue, Light Green

Herbs:  Angelica, Basil, Heather, Bay, Blackberry, Coltsfoot, Tansy, Violet

Incense:  Myrrh, Celandine, Wisteria, Cinnamon, Vanilla,

Stones:  Onyx, Garnet, Turquoise, Bloodstone, Amethyst

Food:  Lamb, Peas, Dairy Products, Pumpkin seeds, Suflower seeds, Poppyseed Cakes, muffins, Breads, Peppers, Onions, Garlic, Raisins, Spiced Wines, Herbal teas

Gather now all ye kin

Spring is set to begin

Make the feast

Sweep the floor

Place the besom

By the door

Out with the old

As the new comes in

Blessed be our Maiden

 

Blessed Imbolc All!

 

Wildly Yours,

Wild Thing

Goddess of the Cosmos, Queen of the Faeries, Mistress of the Dragons, Lady of the Mist

 

 

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