Sometimes things just don't work out as planned. This was one of those times. Jon and I had decided to adopt a 9 year old male dog named Boozer. One look at those eyes and I was in love. It all happened rather quickly. I spoke with a facebook friend who knew the dog's owner. Then I spoke with the actual owner and it was decided that Boozer would come live with us in Palm Springs. I was beyond excited. But the day of Boozer's arrival was a disaster. Everything that could go wrong did.
It was hot. Roxy, our 15 year old female decided that this was a good occasion to show dominance. Our apartment manager decided to display his own kind of dominance by saying we couldn't have another dog. The people who brought Boozer to us were understandably uncomfortable with the apparent situation. How could they know that these things were not a problem to me? I would have called our apartment owner and solved that little glitch. Roxy would have calmed down. But they took Boozer away. For the first time in my life, I was told that mine was not a suitable home for a dog. I waited until they left to cry like a baby.
All kinds of things went through my mind. I was terribly hurt and that came out as anger. For a brief period I forgot all the things that make me sane and became a raving lunatic. But finally, with a lot of love from my friends, I came back to my senses. I realized that love was the answer. The Universe has other plans for me. Acceptance HAS to be the order of the day.
I reread my own words on this blog about Mourning The Loss of a Pet. It is kind of funny that I ended up healing myself. It made me aware that we all have that ability. The Universe gives us all great power if we just tune into the gifts that are right there for the taking.
Peace and Love,