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Welcome to the domain different--to paraphrase from New Mexico's capital city of Santa Fe which bills itself "The City Different." Perhaps this space is not completely unique but my world shapes what I write as well as many other facets of my life. The four Ds figure prominently but there are many other things as well. Here you will learn what makes me tick, what thrills and inspires me, experiences that impact my life and many other antidotes, vignettes and journal notes that set the paradigm for Dierdre O'Dare and her alter ego Gwynn Morgan and the fiction and poetry they write. I sell nothing here--just share with friends and others who may wander in. There will be pictures, poems, observations, rants on occasion and sometimes even jokes. Welcome to our world!

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mother's Day Redux--for the pet moms

Here is the neat piece I promised last evening. Took me longer than I expected to get back. Sorry!! BTW I had a nice day. My 'baby' daughter put a neat message on my Facebook page--we have a running joke about her 'wicked step-mother' and she referred to that as usual. That we can joke in this way is a sign of our bond and how much we care for each other now.
She is a single mom of three and has worked very hard to raise them after losing her husband in a very traumatic way when they were still very small. My hat is off to her!! She is notoriously camera shy but this is a picture of her eldest daughter who is almost the image of her mom at the same age. Rhiannon is nineteen now; but was about fifteen in this photo.
Anyway the essay below came off the email where I got it as a web page and I can't do much with the formatting. Sorry about that! It's still worth reading!! My hat is off to you fur-kid moms too!! Our pets and animal companions are just kids in fur suits as we know!

To all of you who have children who are a bit hairier than others and walk on four paws, pads, or hooves!
This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick dogs in their arms, wiping up barf laced with edible and inedible things and saying ‘It’s okay baby, Mommy’s here.’
Who have sat on the floor for hours on end soothing dogs who can’t be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with dog hair on their suits and poo bags in their purse, coat pocket, pants pocket and all other pockets.
For all the mothers who make their own dog food and treats.
And all the mothers who DON’T.
This for the mothers who help the new mothers deal with the loss of their litter. And the mothers who help them cope when they are given new homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections consists of ribbons and photos.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns off, sweated gallons and swatted away bees to watch their precious prance into a ring and achieve 2nd place and then jump around as though they had won best in show.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their dogs in the park and firmly tug the leash to get their attention.
And for all the mothers who count to ten because they realize how animal abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who go to the special pet stores to collect the proper treats, food and toys no matter that it take 3 stops and 50 stoplights.
This is for all the mothers who taught their dogs to sit, come and stay.
And for all the mothers who opted for sit.
This is for all the mothers who teach their dogs agility and obedience and actually understand that it needs to be FUN!
This is for every mother who automatically sucks in their breath when she can’t see a leash on a dog in the non-fenced front yard.
Then relaxes when she realizes that the dog is sitting on it.
This is for all the mothers who took their dog to the vet assuring them that there would be no needles only to be told they need a blood sample.
For all the mothers whose dog has gone missing and was returned because she had the forethought to have chip put between its shoulders.
What makes a good Mother anyway?
Is it patience? Compassion? Ever available treats?
The ability to answer the door, hold back the dog and deal with a phone call all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache you feel when you walk out the door to your job every Monday through Friday knowing that 2 eyes are boring into your back?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread when you hear the sounds of heaving at 2:00am?
Years later, the guilt that won’t go away when you have no other choice but to put your friend down?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so this is for you all. For all of us…
Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them everyday that we love them. And never stop being a Mom.
Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.
~ Anonymous. unless someone knows…

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