Aren’t my babies so cute?!?! 😍🐾❤😀
Woody is the baby (the chihuahua – he’s two years old) & Emmy, the pom pom, is the daddy. He’s four years old. ❤ Adorable furkins.
Just a cute picture to brighten your day (or night – it’s night here)! ❤ Much love & light & hugs to you! ❤
xoxo Kim 😀
If you love dogs then you’re in luck!
Here are a couple pics of my adorable boy, Woody, this morning!
(he falls asleep with me each night and wakes up with me each morning. Always by my side. <3)
And some doggy quotes!
“My little dog, a heartbeat at my feet”
(or across my face!) lol 😀
“Whoever said diamonds are a girl’s best friend never had a dog.”
“He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.”
“I love a dog. He does nothing for political reasons.”
Lol!
“If you can’t decide between a Shepherd, a Setter or a Poodle, get them all … adopt a mutt!” ~ASPCA
“Children and dogs are as necessary to the welfare of the country as Wall Street and the railroads.”
❤
"If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience."
~ attributed to Woodrow Wilson but I don't know if that is accurate. (probably not, I often copy & paste quotes and sometimes forget to remove the inaccurate names or state that I'm not aware of the accuracy of it. So much wrong info. Floating around cyberspace! And if we aren't careful, it's so easy to unintentionally perpetuate it)
"If your dog doesn't like someone you probably shouldn't either."
Lol right?! Unless your dog is one of those snippy little things who seems to loathe everyone in the world! I have a few of those!
Those little dogs are the worst!
"The more people I meet the more I like my dog."
No, I love people just as much! ❤
"The average dog is a nicer person than the average person."
What's up with the people bashing? (I copied some of these quotes off a page that has quite a few quotes implying that people are no good) Most people I meet aren't horrible. And if we keep dwelling on how terrible people are and what's wrong in the world, it just perpetuates the negative energy and hostility.
How about instead let's counter their hostility with love? ❤
And if we walk around thinking people are terrible, it may provoke us to have a defensive or negative attitude and contribute to us acting in ways (unconsciously or intentionally) that provoke them to act in unpleasant ways during interactions with us, confirming our view that people suck. On & on & on…
Also, by nature humans have more choices and abilities and less limitations than dogs. We can reason and think abstract thoughts. This can allow us to do more unpleasant (and pleasant) things than dogs. Like if I see someone do something I don't like, I can be rude about it, seek revenge, flip someone off, say something unkind….because my brain has that capacity. A dog's brain doesn't. It doesn't mean my dog is nicer than me. Lol
We just have a different nature in this way. If dogs could drive cars and flip people off and yell obscenities, you know they would! Lol
I see dogs getting pissed! They just can't react in all the ways humans can.
It doesn't mean they are better.
"Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate."
We don't have to. And I don't "hate" anyone or anything! Hatred is destructive. Sometimes it can fuel us and motivate us to act for the better but so can love & compassion. Hatred may influence us to act out it ways that destroy or put more negativity in the world. And it can eat us alive if we let it. It is toxic energy. Compassion inspires us to act lovingly. There are things I strongly dislike in the world but "hating" it does no good. Instead I have compassion for those wronged or who are suffering but it's my compassion for them I focus on more than the dislike/hate for whatever or whoever is responsible for the misfortune. And we are not incapable! That's disempowering. We all have the capacity to love, some just have not developed it more or ignore it.
Some people argue that if we don’t hate things like injustice for example or certain kinds of discrimination, we will not be motivated to take action, to help change things for the better. It’s simply not the truth. Love & compassion are motivation enough.
We mostly all have pleasant and unpleasant emotions, thoughts, feelings….in us and like the Cherokee legend says, it's the ones we feed that win. Let's feed that love!
"I hope if dogs ever take over the world, and they choose a king, they don't just go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with some good ideas."
Chihuahuas have big heads (not literally), those things can be quite vicious! They are usually the ones growling at me when I see them outside! Lol Woody is a pomchi (pomeranian and chihuahua mix and also part dachshund) and he does tend to get pissed off when things don't go his way! He's a yapper and a screamer!
He often wants me to go upstairs and lay in bed with him and yells at me at the top of the stairs until I go up!
He thinks he's a big watch dog and if he gets yelled at, he yells back! It's the cutest thing!
And he sometimes growls at my big pitbull and takes her bones! What balls! Messing with a big bully dog! He knows she doesn't do anything back and he probably thinks he's as big as she is.
He's the sweetest thing! As you can see in the pictures! He's sitting on me as I write this! ❤
He loves bones and toys and is the biggest beggar! Lol He's a spoiled lil thing!
He chews EVERYTHING! He never outgrows it. All my clothes, shoes, earphones, phone chargers….ruined.
It sucks! Both him and his sister, Quinny, chew whatever they can get their little paws on.
Woody & Quinny, especially Woody, rip my pants off when I’m attempting to walk up steps, they hold onto my legs and it’s like those dreams where we’re trying to run and our legs are like too heavy or stuck, kind of like that scene in the Fred Krueger movie where the girl Nancy is trying to run up the steps but her legs are being pulled in the muck, like quicksand.
A Nightmare on Elm Street sticky stairs scene – mobile
They are bad to the bone, especially Woody. Their daddy, Emmy used to be bad but he outgrew it quickly. I don’t think they will.
But it’s ok, bad dogs are the best dogs! ;-D
I think Marley’s human said something of that sort. Marley wasn’t quite the perfect angel himself, I hear.
Him & his sister will be two years old in July.
We had him since he was born:
This is him as a newborn. Tell me is this not the cutest thing you ever saw?!
I was reading a horror fiction book, a supernatural thriller, recently one night and there are a bunch of pigs in the streets in Ireland and they were eating a human corpse (I know, eww!) and a little dog wanted to eat but the pigs are bigger and wouldn’t let him so he had to sit back and wait to see if he got any but the body was taken away. I felt so sorry for the little dog and Woody was sleeping next to me so I picked him up and hugged and kissed him, imagining the little dog in the Kindle book who was excluded! Lol
My mom said it’s good he did not get any and imagine being licked by him if he did!
😉
“No matter how little money and how few possessions you own, having a dog makes you rich.”
This is true. I have six (living ones) so am rich beyond my wildest dreams!
I’m blessed! ❤
"If you think dogs can't count, try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket and then give him only two of them."
Lol true again!
So here is one of my little furfriends! ❤
“I broke a thousand hearts
Before I met you
I’ll break a thousand more, baby
Before I am through
I wanna be yours pretty baby
Yours and yours alone
I’m here to tell ya honey
That I’m bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone” ❤
Bad to the Bone – Geroge Thorgood – mobile
Much love & light and sloppy puppy kissies to you! ❤
😀
xoxo Kim
“When I saw you I fell in love and you smiled because you knew.” ❤
(our quote, always <3)
Today is my beautiful fur goddess's ninth birthday!! We adopted her when she was just two years old! Her name was already Isis, which is the name of a goddess. She's the best thing ever and is my furry soulmate! She's a very big, strong girl who probably weighs more than I do but she is the sweetest, gentlest thing! She's scared of balloons, flies, talking toys, and many other innocent things! It's so cute!! ❤
She loves people and other animals and when the other dogs snap at her, she just turns her head and doesn't snap back.
She is so youthful and loves to play and go for walks and she loves cold weather like me! She gets in wild moods and tries to steal food!
lol!
Her nickname is Big Girl because she's so big. ❤
She loves attention.
It’s hard to get pics of her because she doesn’t like it and won’t stay still.
Today, she got special treats and we sang to her. She loves when we sing to her. She gets all wild and jumps around.
I just love my girl! I fell in love the instant I first saw my girl. ❤
😀
Dogs are some of the best friends we can have.
Much love & light to you! ❤
I hope you are having a beautiful day/night! 😀
xoxo Kim
“Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.” ~
Robert A. Heinlein
My kitty, Lacey and a funny quote!
;-D ❤
I hope you are having a great day/night! ❤
xoxo Kim
“Time spent with a cat is never wasted.” ~Colette
“What greater gift than the love of a cat?” ~ Charles Dickens
Today in Buddhist class I found out it’s National Cat Day then I saw people posting about it on Facebook!
yay!
In class, the monk told us that people working for Uber were taking kittens around to let people pet to brighten people’s day! How cute!!
😀 ❤
The kitty above is Lacey!! And tomorrow just happens to be the anniversary of the day she came to live with us years ago!!
She's getting a special can of food! Shes so cute and loves to snuggle! She's not always the sweetest girl and sometimes whacks us with her paw!
She may have a psychotic problem. She chases stuff that isn't there.
She loves to be hugged & petted and loves to sink her nails in soft material and suck on it!! It's just the cutest!! ❤
I love my adorable Lacey! ❤
She often has her tongue sticking out!
I hope you are having a lovely day!
much love to you!! ❤
xoxo Kim 😀
As I have mentioned previously, in April this year, my sweet little pom mix, Koko died of old age. We had her for 12 years and she was 14 years old, almost. It’s one of the worst things that ever happened to me and one of the worst kinds of pain I ever felt and my heart will always be broken.
She had the sweetest little face, so innocent and angelic. She was one of the most calmest, mild tempered dogs I have ever known. She was part pomeranian and part papapalya (sp?) and since I was never familiar with either one of those breeds, I never knew, and always wondered which one she more closely resembled.
Dogs don’t generally live to be much older than fourteen years old. And shortly before Koko’s death, she began to change. She was still the happy, sweet little girl she has always been but she began to be very slow and did not jump up to greet me as much, her breathing was different but she wasn’t sick or suffering. I knew deep inside it wouldn’t be much longer before we wouldn’t have our sweet girl with us anymore. It was/is heartbreaking.
One day, a few days before Koko died, I was in Center City, Philadelphia with my family and I saw a lady walking two very small dogs who look exactly like Koko. Their faces are identical to hers except theirs are white while hers was tan. They look so innocent, sweet, angelic…so calm and peaceful like Koko always looked and always was.
I found these two babies to be beautiful but I felt my heart break some more knowing that soon, I would never see that face again except for in pictures.
A few days later Koko died. I was devastated, to say the least. Many days and nights I jumped up in a panic with my heart nearly pumping out of my chest thinking, how can this be, how can she really be gone, how can I go on without my baby? I was angry for months, not at anyone or anything specifically, just furious off and on month after month. There are even a few days I wanted to die, the pain, the loss, the grief, the sorrow, was so overwhelming.
Shortly after Koko died, I was in a daze, I wasn’t myself, I functioned like a zombie, I went to a check cashing place with my mom. I saw a sign hanging up about purebred pomeranian puppies for sale by a family who had a litter of them.
I couldn’t believe it. I never seen signs advertising pom poms before, mostly pit bulls and Shepherds, never poms.
I knew I wanted one of those puppies but we already had three and my dad doesn’t care for having more than a couple animals so my mom and me thought he wouldn’t go for it.
I also did not want it to seem as if I was trying to replace Koko. No one can ever replace her. But someone can come along and help heal the pain of her loss.
I copied the number and when my dad came home, he very surprisingly agreed to let us look into it. I called the lady who made the sign. I rarely call people I don’t know for any reason. I’m very shy until getting to know someone. But I called. There was one little boy left who still needed his furever home.
So we went to the family’s house and there he was in a pac n play, standing up wagging his little tail, four months old. I fell in love.
He has Koko’s face. Sweet. Angelic. Calm. Innocent. The face I thought I would never see again. Never kiss again.
We brought him home and I love him more than words can say.
He looks exactly like Koko but he is nothing like her. He is wild, energetic, into everything, he begs and steals, he wakes me up. He chews everything he gets his little paws on. He ruined so many pairs of my shoes, including three pairs of stilettos, he playfully ripped my nose ring out that I had for nearly 10 years and it now closed up mostly, he pulls on my nose with his teeth in a silly, playful way…
And I couldn’t be happier with my boy.
I would give up all my material possessions for him.
He sleeps with me at night. Curled up around my neck, next to me, in my hair, in my arms, he loves to snuggle, he can’t give enough kisses.
He is so little but his heart is bursting with love.
He doesn’t replace Koko. No one ever will. My heart will always ache for Koko. My grief will always remain. But I love Emmy, my new baby, just as much.
My grief escalates now and then, it gets better and worse but will never go. And I don’t want it to go. I can still be happy with grief.
I carry Koko in my heart always & forever.
We cannot always choose what happens to us but we can learn how to effectively react to things and keep on going and going until things get better.
My message is one of hope. When Koko was on the verge of death and after her death, I was hopeless, sometimes to the point of despair. I never imagined something good would later come my way. But I was wrong. There’s always hope even if we can’t currently feel it. Things can turn out better than we could have ever imagined.
Keep going, keep living….
Wake up & live all over again….
You can be stronger than you think.
You never know who you are inspiring.
Who is falling in love with your smile.
Who is touched by your kindness.
Who wants to kiss away your tears.
Whose life is greatly impacted by yours.
“When the world says, “Give up,”
Hope whispers, “Try it one more time.”
– Anonymous
“What do we live for, if it is not
to make life less difficult for each other?”
– George Eliot
“There are no hopeless situations;
there are only men who have grown hopeless about them.”
– Clare Boothe Luce
“Today I choose the higher road –
the path of charity, acceptance,
love, selflessness, kindness.”
– Jonathan Lockwood Huie
“Every tomorrow has two handles.
We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety
or the handle of faith.”
– Henry Ward Beecher
My sweet Koko.
Xoxo Kim
I
h
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ve a heavy heart today and am struggling with grief for the last few days.
On April 6, four days ago I posted pictures of my two birthday girls, Koko & Isis Summerjo on Facebook and wrote about how my family is going to celebrate their birthdays on Isis’ birthday next week. My furbabies. Both of them have birthdays in April. Isis’ birthday is April 14th and she will be six years old. Koko’s birthday in is April but we don’t know exactly which day. My aunt gave her to us many years ago and mentioned that her birthday is in April.
Koko was fourteen years old this month and we had her for twelve years. On April 7th, 2013, the day after I posted the picture of Koko and wrote about celebrating her birthday very soon, she died. It hurts me to write those words. She wasn’t suffering and she was always very loved. She was old for a dog but that does not in any way ease my grief or sense of loss.
I love animals and to me they are not “just animals”. Koko wasn’t “just a dog.”. She was my friend & my family and a big part of me just like my other three dogs, Oscar, Isis Summerjo, and Boobie are. I have lost other pets to different things and it is always very sad.
For the last couple of weeks Koko began to change in some ways. She became slower and her breathing changed. She wasn’t sick though and she still would eat & drink and was still happy. But I was able to sense changes in her that were not good.
These changes were devastating to me because even though they were not seriously dramatic, I knew they were inductions that Koko would probably not be around much longer.
This hurt me desperately.
I never wanted to be prepared for that loss. Koko slept in bed with me all snuggled up in the blankets next to me or laying on my chest all night many nights.
She always kept her little tongue out. She was so adorable and beautiful.
The night before Koko took her last breath when I walked in my house three of my dogs jumped up to greet me like usual. But Koko did not. She just laid there on the sofa and looked up at me.
This was very unusual for her. She was never a very energetic girl but she would always greet me when I walked in. I knew then for sure that I would not have many more days with her.
Then I woke up in the morning and my mom & dad came in my room to tell me she died shortly before I woke up.
All day that day and all the days after I have been very sad and grieving.
It doesn’t feel the same without her. I have a house full of all kinds of furbabies and featherbabies but her lack of presence is agonizing and obvious.
And one of the worse things is Koko and my other baby, Boobie were extremely close and literally inseparable for over 10 years and they loved each other more than anything else. I have never seen animals with a love like that for each other.
They defended each other against the big bad kitties and they snuggled together all day long.
Now Boobie doesn’t know what is going on. She doesn’t know where her best friend is. She barks and cries now when she never did before. She shakes and keeps looking in the yard.
For us, at least we know what’s going on. We know what happened to Koko.
And I can try to find ways to cope with it.
We had Boobie since she was a few months old and since then she has never lived a day without Koko by her side.
It hurts to wake up and Koko isn’t there and to lay wrapped in my blankets knowing that’s what Koko loved to do and now she can’t.
I feel sorry for Koko that she doesn’t get to live anymore and that she misses out on all the things she loved. I know she doesn’t know she’s missing out but it hurts just the same.
Almost every night after work I would bring home four treats, one for each baby. All four of them would jump happily and come running over for their treat. I share my snacks with them and break a piece off for each one.
It hurts me now to only bring home three treats and to break things into only three pieces and no longer four.
I am happy & blessed that Koko was my furbaby for 12 years and she lived a long and happy life.
The way I handle my grief is similar to the way I handle my depression. I just go about my days as usual, not repressing or denying my pain, although sometimes I want to.
But I won’t collapse into my bed or the floor and stay day and night giving up everything, although sometimes I want to do that too. Different people handle pain differently and I don’t think one way is better than another. It’s all up to the person.
I have grieved before over people and animals and I find that going to work helps me in some ways. I love being around and interacting with people even through my grief.
I am still able to find joy in the small things.
A couple days ago I saw someone’s old, half-eaten lunch on the side of the road and I had to chuckle.
And then a young man walking up the street saw me and said “Yeah, I love this weather; girls are all walking around wearing next to nothing!”. And I found myself laughing again.
I recently went to Johnny Rockets Restaurant with my family and a worker there was dancing around to the Oldie’s music with the cooking utensils. It was so hilarious! I actually got one of those good belly laughs!!
❤
I have found that my grief fluctuates in waves each moment. Some occasions are ok or good while others seem unbearable.
I know my sense of loss and my pain will never go away but I will learn to live with it and cope with it after days, weeks, months.
On Sunday, April 14th, we will be celebrating my pitbull, Isis Summerjo’s sixth birthday!!
We always celebrate their birthdays and anniversaries.
They love special treats and Isis loves toys!! 😀
Unlike my other dogs and cats, Isis is extremely sensitive to the environment and aware of everything going on around her. She loves and craves and demands extra love & attention. My dad calls her an affection hog. She is a very large dog in terms of her weight.
She is low to the ground but she is very plump and weighs over 80 pounds. Boy pits tend to be larger than girl ones and she’s bigger than the average boy! Lol! ❤
She loves when we sing to her. And she pushes the other dogs away when we talk to them so that she can get all the lovin’ for herself!
Last year on her birthday we sang happy birthday to her and she was thrilled!
Then a couple weeks later my mom & sister sang happy birthday to me on my b-day and she thought it was her’s again! Lol it was adorable!
Recently I got two tennis balls at my work for her as a b-day gift for next week.
I kept them hidden in my handbag.
But Isis goes in my bag and snoops around because she knows treats are often in there.
One night when I went out, I came home and found one of the tennis balls on the floor! She went in my bag and took it out to play with!
Then in the morning while I was sleeping she took the other one! Lol! It’s the cutest thing ever!!
She steals whatever she can get her paws on! ❤
On Thanksgiving my mom made a turkey for my dad, sister, and herself(I’m a vegetarian so none for me) and Isis jumped up at the table and carried off with the entire turkey! My dad was pissed! Lmao!
But my mom got it quick enough!
I know that animals grieve like people do but they don’t know what is going on. I am sad for my other dogs. Boobie especially and then Isis really seem to sense the loss.
It’s weird not to have her here today and to think that everyday she will not be here.
Koko brought us lots of joy, love, and happiness throughout the years and that’s what matters now.
❤ ❤ </3 </3 ❤ ❤
I hope everyone is having a good day/night and if you are grieving over a sad loss, you’re not alone. I’m here grieving too. </3 <3. It’s ok to feel angry and sad and devastated and to express it in healthy ways. Not everyone understands how deep someone’s grief over pet loss can be. Many people feel that it is not justified and do not understand the magnitude of pain and loss of a pet. But there are many who do understand. It’s important to care for yourself even during the grief and loss. Sleep when you’re tired. Eat when you’re hungry. It’s important to nourish your body. It’s ok to feel joy or not for a while. You can cry or not or laugh if you want. Your grief doesn’t have to look or feel like anyone else’s or any certain way. My heart goes out to anyone grieving any kind of loss.
“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
“To love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.”
Ellen Bass
X0xo Kim ❤
P.S. Koko is the baby laying on top. The pomeranian mix.
Boobie is the chihuahua mix and that big baby in the other pic is Isis Summerjo!! ❤
