Showing posts with label Shadow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shadow. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Sunday Morning Shadow
Shadow, just waking up and going nose to nose with her favorite Stuffy! How cute.
Shadow and I wish everyone a very Happy Sunday!
Shadow and I wish everyone a very Happy Sunday!
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
To All the Dogs I've Loved Before
I grew up with dogs. And each one added his or her own unique and lovely piece to the puzzle of my life. The least I can do is dedicate a blog post to...all the dogs I've loved before. Enjoy!
Dear Lucy:
You were my grandmother's dog, but I quickly grew to love you. I remember playing with you, and how you used to watch me and my brother, Joe, when we used to play with spinning tops and board games. The firemen rescued me, my brother, grandmother, and you, too, out of the fire at 31 Oliver Street.
(please read Tenement Life, Part 1) for background info on the fire):
http://www.positivelygina.blogspot.com/2012/06/tenement-life-part-1.html
The American Red Cross put us up in the President Hotel for a while, and we couldn't take you with us. My grandmother said that she had to put you in a shelter. I was so sad and lost without you in that strange hotel room, but my grandmother assured me that it was only until we found a real apartment.
Unfortunately, we received that dreaded call from the shelter while we were still at the hotel, that you had passed away. You were the first dog that broke my heart. Did you die from a broken heart in the shelter? I think you did, and I'm so sorry that we had to be separated under such tragic circumstances. Farewell, dear friend.
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Dear Frisky:
Thanks for your loving companionship and staying by my side through hard times. You were the cutest puppy and had a unique black-colored nose. You were better than any human friend I could ever find, and comforted me through the tears, and rejoiced with me when I was happy. Lucky for you, I went through a tom-boy stage at this age, and often played with you by throwing a baseball or a football...yes, inside the apartment. I hope you enjoyed your time on this earth with me. Farewell, dear friend.
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Dear Rusty:
My happy, playful puppy. My grandmother got you for me when I started High School...or maybe my Sophomore year. It was quite a sad time for me (yet another "sad" time) when my grandpa, Joseph passed away. I think my grandmother thought she could replace "gramps" with you. Well, Rusty, you did an excellent job in cheering me up! I'm sorry for the times I was grouchy and maybe didn't want to play with you. I was probably going through teenage stuff.
I still feel guilty, to this day, for moving out of the apartment when I was around 19, and leaving you alone with my grandmother. I know she took good care of you, but I'm sure you missed playing with me. You died several years after I moved. I still hope you enjoyed the time we had together. I know I did. Farewell, dear friend.
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Dear MooMoo:
Like Dorothy said to the Scarecrow... I think I'll miss you MOST of all! I was handed pure love, in a fur-suit...that day on the streets of Astoria, NY, when a man approached me and had YOU in his arms. He asked me if I wanted a pit bull puppy, and I said - Yes!
It was towards the end of 1997 and I had just begun dialysis. You were so special to me, dear MooMoo, and the first dog I had since I was a teenager. My son, Angelo was crazy about you, but you already knew how much he loved you. We will always remember your charming personality, strong character, playfulness, and how much you loved stuffed animals.
Most of all, I will remember you as the dog who came into my life when I needed you most. Strangely enough, you passed away three months after I received my transplant...almost as if to say..."Goodbye Mom, my work is done here." You may be happy to learn I now have another pit bull...a little girl named Shadow. I know if you were here, you'd love her. Farewell, my dearest friend.
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| ME WITH LUCY |
You were my grandmother's dog, but I quickly grew to love you. I remember playing with you, and how you used to watch me and my brother, Joe, when we used to play with spinning tops and board games. The firemen rescued me, my brother, grandmother, and you, too, out of the fire at 31 Oliver Street.
(please read Tenement Life, Part 1) for background info on the fire):
http://www.positivelygina.blogspot.com/2012/06/tenement-life-part-1.html
The American Red Cross put us up in the President Hotel for a while, and we couldn't take you with us. My grandmother said that she had to put you in a shelter. I was so sad and lost without you in that strange hotel room, but my grandmother assured me that it was only until we found a real apartment.
Unfortunately, we received that dreaded call from the shelter while we were still at the hotel, that you had passed away. You were the first dog that broke my heart. Did you die from a broken heart in the shelter? I think you did, and I'm so sorry that we had to be separated under such tragic circumstances. Farewell, dear friend.
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| LUCY |
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| ME WITH FRISKY...I was 10 or 11 years old. |
Thanks for your loving companionship and staying by my side through hard times. You were the cutest puppy and had a unique black-colored nose. You were better than any human friend I could ever find, and comforted me through the tears, and rejoiced with me when I was happy. Lucky for you, I went through a tom-boy stage at this age, and often played with you by throwing a baseball or a football...yes, inside the apartment. I hope you enjoyed your time on this earth with me. Farewell, dear friend.
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| ME WITH FRISKY...I was around 13 years old. |
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| ME WITH RUSTY...I was 14 or 15 years old. |
My happy, playful puppy. My grandmother got you for me when I started High School...or maybe my Sophomore year. It was quite a sad time for me (yet another "sad" time) when my grandpa, Joseph passed away. I think my grandmother thought she could replace "gramps" with you. Well, Rusty, you did an excellent job in cheering me up! I'm sorry for the times I was grouchy and maybe didn't want to play with you. I was probably going through teenage stuff.
I still feel guilty, to this day, for moving out of the apartment when I was around 19, and leaving you alone with my grandmother. I know she took good care of you, but I'm sure you missed playing with me. You died several years after I moved. I still hope you enjoyed the time we had together. I know I did. Farewell, dear friend.
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| My son, Angelo with MooMoo, 1999 |
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| MOOMOO 1997-2006 |
Like Dorothy said to the Scarecrow... I think I'll miss you MOST of all! I was handed pure love, in a fur-suit...that day on the streets of Astoria, NY, when a man approached me and had YOU in his arms. He asked me if I wanted a pit bull puppy, and I said - Yes!
It was towards the end of 1997 and I had just begun dialysis. You were so special to me, dear MooMoo, and the first dog I had since I was a teenager. My son, Angelo was crazy about you, but you already knew how much he loved you. We will always remember your charming personality, strong character, playfulness, and how much you loved stuffed animals.
Most of all, I will remember you as the dog who came into my life when I needed you most. Strangely enough, you passed away three months after I received my transplant...almost as if to say..."Goodbye Mom, my work is done here." You may be happy to learn I now have another pit bull...a little girl named Shadow. I know if you were here, you'd love her. Farewell, my dearest friend.
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| Me and Shadow |
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Turning Into A Pleasant Sunday
I awoke this morning with an energized body and mind, and a positive attitude. Staying positive is SO important for everyone...especially anyone dealing with chronic physical issues. But, of course, sometimes it's hard when you're experiencing pain, fatigue, weakness, and other symptoms. I try to keep busy during the day by walking, shopping, cooking, writing, walking my dog, and working at the office on the days that I work.
Walking is great for blood circulation and usually lifts my spirits if I'm feeling kind of down. I took a long walk around my neighborhood park in Woodside, N.Y...Windmuller Park.
After my walk, I stopped by the supermarket and picked up a few things. Then I went back home and took out Shadow for her walk. She came across one of those fuzzy-plant thingys. I think they're called "fox-tail" plants? I'm not sure, but she sniffed one of the fuzzy tips then looked up at me as if to say...
Isn't she Beautiful? I think so, and so do a lot of people we come across! Love dogs? Adopt one! Humans do much better when they have a dog in their lives.
What I'm listening to today, with the volume way up!
Have a Fantastic Sunday, All!
Walking is great for blood circulation and usually lifts my spirits if I'm feeling kind of down. I took a long walk around my neighborhood park in Woodside, N.Y...Windmuller Park.
What I'm listening to today, with the volume way up!
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Sunday Morning Shadow
Shadow suggests you try some for your dog, too! Have a happy, healthy and fun Sunday, all!
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Sunday Morning Shadow
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| Shadow...just lazing around on the lounge chair on a Sunday Morning. |
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| Then, she's up when she hears other dogs barking in her neighborhood...lol |
Happy Summertime Sunday to All, from me and Shadow!
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Rainy Day Shadow
What does Shadow do on a rainy day,
a day so dreary that she can't go out to play?
With clouds that threaten to release their surprise, and
Skies much gloomier than the saddest surmise.
With thunder clapping louder than cymbals, and
Lightening flashing its bright blue fright.
Does she sulk and mope? Nope, indeed she does not.
She plays hide and seek with her favorite stuffy named
Ratty, and
Turns one biscuit into taffy, to last throughout the day.
Then curls up into a ball and dreams of
Fluttering butterflies with glittering wings.
Until the morning when she awakens to see the
Sun's sassy wink, then with a
Hop and a lick, she gets her wish -
For just as she goes out to play,
a butterfly with glittering wings
lands on her nose and makes her day.
a day so dreary that she can't go out to play?
With clouds that threaten to release their surprise, and
Skies much gloomier than the saddest surmise.
With thunder clapping louder than cymbals, and
Lightening flashing its bright blue fright.
Does she sulk and mope? Nope, indeed she does not.
She plays hide and seek with her favorite stuffy named
Ratty, and
Turns one biscuit into taffy, to last throughout the day.
Then curls up into a ball and dreams of
Fluttering butterflies with glittering wings.
Until the morning when she awakens to see the
Sun's sassy wink, then with a
Hop and a lick, she gets her wish -
For just as she goes out to play,
a butterfly with glittering wings
lands on her nose and makes her day.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Shadow
So this is my first official post...if you're reading it, I thank you very much for taking the time. Well, I mentioned a dog I have...lol. Shadow is her name - a pitbull, but a kind, funny and wonderful dog because that's how she was raised. I have a cockatiel too, named Too-Too. Too many "Too's". But I'll get to him later. Here is a pic of Shadow taken today. We had the a.c. on because it went up to the 90's today in NYC and she was taking her nap with her blankie.
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