Layla

On August 7, 2015 our cat Layla went over the Rainbow Bridge. Layla would have been 11-years-old in November, but kidney failure forced us to have her euthanized. This is a picture of Layla, from when she was younger and full of mischief.

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The girls were with me at all the veterinary visits, except the last. When the time came, the girls and Henry said goodbye to Layla at home; and I took her on her last car ride alone. She was my first baby, and I needed time alone to grieve.

Since Layla’s passing Beth has been struggling to process everything. We frequently replay all the vet visits with her horses. She cries at random moments, because she misses Layla, and keeps repeating phrases she heard during Layla’s last days. One of her favorites is: “Layla was family. Those we lost are always in our hearts.” She is right Layla is family, and will always be in our hearts. I am trying to help work through her grief, but some days I simply sit and cry with her.

We have made great progress in the past few weeks, but last night was a TOUGH one. In trying to help Beth get some tarter off her teeth, Henry mentioned that there was some blood on her gum. This sent her into a complete panic, and had her sobbing: “NO! Now we have to go to the doctor.” Thankfully the angels were whispering the answer, and I listened, which allowed me to calm my girl down. The first visit at the vet, the doctor pointed out blood on Layla’s gums (due to gum disease and dehydration). Beth (who remembers everything, because of her beautiful mind) automatically thought she was sick like Layla. I held her tight, and assured her that she was NOT sick like Layla. Then I explained about why our gums bleed at times. It took a while, but she finally stopped being scared and was able to talk to me about her feelings.

My heart breaks for my girl, and I don’t think children should have to experience such loss; but life is messy, and hard. I think it is important for them to see us grieve, and to know that no feelings are ever wrong. This year our school year is starting off with some very important life lessons, the book learning will come later. ❤

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The pet cemetery provided us with Layla’s paw-print, as well as two packets of wild flowers, so the girls can spread the seeds in Layla’s memory. ❤

Have a blessed day everyone, and don’t forget to smile. ♥

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Dorothy

Do you believe in Spirit Guides, or perhaps Guardian Angels? Do you ever put a name to that inner voice that whispers to you? I have always believed in both, but until recently I did not have the name of my Muse. Now, I know her name is Dorothy, and is it wonderful to be able to put a name to the voice.

My husband and I recently visited a lovely shop in Paducah (Kentucky), called Wildhair Studios’ Rock Shop. As soon as I walked into the shop, I was drawn to the rack of pendulums. My friend, who does Healing Touch uses one, and although I did not know what I (personally) would use one for, I knew I wanted (or perhaps needed) one. There were so many beautiful pendulums, it was hard to decide which to purchase. I picked up one, which I thought particularly dainty and pretty. It began to spin counter-clockwise. I read the information posted next to the stand, and realized that meant “No.” I asked my husband to hold it, and it spun clockwise, which meant “Yes.” I told one of the employees that the pendulum appeared to not like me, so he offered advice on how to center myself and suggestions I try again. This time, it practically screamed: “NO!” I tried a few other pendulums, and all had the same answer of “No.” Finally, I picked up one that began spinning immediately, shouting: “YES!” Of course I bought it, and tucked it away in my purse. In all honesty, I do not know much about pendulums, but I look forward to learning.

Upon returning home, I had a “Getting to know your pendulum” session. I still don’t know why, but  I asked if it had a name, even though that was not suggested in any of the readings I did.  A few minutes into our session, the question came out of my mouth:  “Do you have a name?” The answer was: “Yes.” So then I started asking: “Is ______ your name?”  It took several names before I found the right one. The only name, I received a “Yes” to was Dorothy. When I chose my pen-name to write under, I always thought it was in honor of my great-grandmother, and in some ways it was; however, now I realize that it was also my Inner Voice (aka Spirit Guide/Angel/Muse) wanting to be heard.

I love that I found my pendulum, and have a new tool to use on my spiritual journey. I love that we have fluid conversations (my talking, her moving), which often include spiritual messages I need to hear (whether I want to or not). I REALLY love that I have a name to use when talking to my friend. This is Dorothy, isn’t she beautiful?

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Have a blessed day everyone, and don’t forget to smile. ♥

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