I thought I was going to fill you in on the rest of our Warm Springs trip, but life (and WordPress) has a way of changing. Don’t know why my internal blog set up looks like this, but it appears that Word Press has moved along too. This child is not going to sweat the small stuff however.
Tonight, I want to use my space to mourn the loss of a dear friend Ruffles, and make some other comments. Ruffles lived in Singapore with her pal Munchkin and fought the fiercest fight ever with cancer. She died this Monday, November the 23rd, coincidentally the 3rd anniversary of Noah’s death from the same disease. My friend Stuart in Richmond is in big trouble, and another dear friend Ashley McKinna lost her brother Angus to Cushing’s earlier this year. Her hooman Mom’s puppy, just a wee baby, sweetly named Cary Grant, has been discovered to have very severe heart issues, and may only live a few months…or a few weeks. And these are only a few examples of friends who are terminally ill or getting a wretched diagnosis. The wrenching loss of our dear friends is hitting me hard, hitting Mama hard, heck all our Scottie friends are hurting from these terrible loses. My point being: if you have a chance to donate to any kind of medical research for dogs, or any breed, please do. Give whatever you can. Scotties are literally passing away in droves, and other breeds are not immune from terrible diseases either. If you were going to give me a Christmas gift, I thank you and ask instead that you give that money to your favorite Rescue, or a charity that supports medical research for us four footers. You may not think that a modest gift will make a difference…but it will! It could by a test tube or other lab equipment …… small gifts can mount up and make a really BIG difference. (My Aunt Kathy says that’s the way The March of Dimes started) I bet those gifts will grow, AND I’ll still know you love me, promise!