I met the best people today. Connie's husband, Bill, at the Pet Groomer in Sultan bathed Tyson today, knowing I would return with cash next week and with kudos across the board. The Sultan Vet Clinic trimmed his nails without charge, because of his excellent behavior. Salt of the Earth people...
Now, Tyson is squeaky clean and ready to meet his forever home. Outside the tremendous joy I got to experience by being near him, there will be even greater joy when his forever home adopts him. Tyson deserves this.
See you next week, sweetheart!
Tyson, a blind Boxer, has become quite the unusual sage. Once abandoned, lost and emaciated, Tyson has grown fat with love, easily finding his way into the hearts of so many. I am happy to share his story, hoping that you may glean some of the joy he exudes as well as the lessons his life can teach us all.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
Bye bye sweet one.
I just got an email from Pasado's about little Trigger's passing. This is a photo from that email of her--isn't she beautiful...
Extending a Paw
This is a photo of the first time we met Tyson. He wasn't quite sure about me yet, but he was already hamming it up for Ted.
"Do you still see Tyson?" was the question tonight at work.
"Of course!" I exclaimed and then repeated.
Because we have 2 pups does not mean we neglect "the boy."
I think about Tyson every day, twice or ten times daily. I've even adopted his status as "juvie" in the house...as in, "Tyson can't come home because of bad behavior;)"
Tyson is an amazing pup. He fills me with joy and hope. If Tyson were to receive treatment and become okay with felines, he'd be in our home now. Immediately. No question.
It's been nearly a year now. I've hoped for his arrival into our home without issue for many, many months. And I never grow weary that he'll find one.
Though our visitation has gone from weekly to bi monthly, it doesn't mean we care or think anything less of our boy. Only that we are busy, making plans and "doing" for the future.
Granted that pups take hold and remind us to be homeward bound, we still converse with the Pasado's staff as often or more often than is usual, likely annoying them with our questions.
I'm totally in love with Tyson. Nothing will change that.
"Of course!" I exclaimed and then repeated.
Because we have 2 pups does not mean we neglect "the boy."
I think about Tyson every day, twice or ten times daily. I've even adopted his status as "juvie" in the house...as in, "Tyson can't come home because of bad behavior;)"
Tyson is an amazing pup. He fills me with joy and hope. If Tyson were to receive treatment and become okay with felines, he'd be in our home now. Immediately. No question.
It's been nearly a year now. I've hoped for his arrival into our home without issue for many, many months. And I never grow weary that he'll find one.
Though our visitation has gone from weekly to bi monthly, it doesn't mean we care or think anything less of our boy. Only that we are busy, making plans and "doing" for the future.
Granted that pups take hold and remind us to be homeward bound, we still converse with the Pasado's staff as often or more often than is usual, likely annoying them with our questions.
I'm totally in love with Tyson. Nothing will change that.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
New Link to See Tyson with some Kids at Pasado's
http://www.pasadosafehaven.org/2012/05/kids-for-pasados-brighton-school-students-shine/
That boy! He's such a ham. Check out that lolling tongue of his.
That boy! He's such a ham. Check out that lolling tongue of his.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Determined
I managed to rediscover huge determination for Vet School buried some place deep within my soul and it needed to be dusted off. I remember that empowered feeling, and I carried it with me everywhere. That confidence was often misconstrued or misunderstood, but that's no longer an issue, because today it feels ripened and alive! I can't explain this sense of exuberance, nor should I ever apologize for it--again. Still, I'll have to take it out for a test run here as soon as possible, because there is a little guy named Tyson and now a little guy named Charlie that I have to thank. I'm yet again inspired...turns out that muses come in different sizes, hair coats and breeds. Thanks, Tyson. Thanks, Charlie. I won't let you down.
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