Living at the Speed of Life; Except When Fate Has its Own Ideas

I've not posted in the last few months because I've literally been "living at the speed of life;" going 100 mph trying to get up costume blogs before Halloween and now other WordPress blogs for the Christmas season promoting Amazon products.

Life's Circumstances Can Sometimes Stop Us Dead in Our Tracks (and there's nothing we can do about it)

For me, its never been about money but quality of life and achieving my dreams while I help others achieve theirs. The problem with that can be when you get a singular focus by concentrating on production...

The other day something happened which caused me to realize that nothing is more important in my life than those you care about. And you if don't spend that quality time consistently, regardless of what chaos is brewing all around you, you may not get that chance again...

Just yesterday, one of our dogs died unexpectedly, which suprisingly devastated me.

I work out of the home. I found him by the living room couch right before lunch, in the midst of a heart-wrenching seizure, moments before he stopped breathing. I rushed his poor, limp body to the vet's in a panic, where they could not revive him.

His name was Bermuda, a beautiful, joyful, always-happy and perky American eskimo mix, who seemed to alway have this amazing "James Dean" smile on his face and brought joy to everyone he came into contact with. My wife and I rescued him from the Rodeo fires up north here in Arizona and he was always such a happy, fun, upbeat dog. Just last week took him to the vet and then a few days later, our little sweetie was gone.

He was our little angel, a gift from God for a time, and had such a sweet spirit, full of God's life, light and unconditional love. I'm really struggling with the fact that he's gone and will never be again: we will never playfully pursue him down the halls in a game of hide and seek, never have him "popping up in the air" right before we feed him, never experience the contentedness of his company, the warmness of his gentle embrace nor any of the darling, endearing qualities that made him uniquely him.

Last night I awoke out of a dead sleep, wondering where he was, looking for him under the bed, hoping to catch a glimpse of him at the foot of our bed or at his favorite place in the hallway...and then, tearfully I knew that he was gone, forever. For that I feel sorta silly.

Funny thing was, he really was closer to my wife, yet I feel like a mess in the midst of this gut-wrenching heartache.

I suppose it would be best to celebrate his life and all that he was to us and not dwell on the sorrow of his suffering or passing...I don't know.

What I do know: never, ever hesitate to tell someone or your favorite furry friend that you love them, as funny as that may be. Actions speak just as loud as words and sometimes last longer. The point is to take the time to do something -- anything -- so that you live life with no regrets...

In Memory of our dear blessed baby Bermuda

October 12, 2010

Thank you for the joy 

and glimpse of God's pure, unconditional love

that is so rare on this side of heaven!

So long my dearly favored friend...