Secret Garden

Written Friday the 13th;

The soothing sounds of “Secret Garden”. It seemed to be a good day for music because it has been quite stressful today. Chiripa got hit by a truck today and because I did not see it happen, the seriousness of her injuries is unknown to me. She is in pain though and whines and cries quite a bit.

We were on our way to see Maria, as always, the dogs eager to come with me. Mali is easy to take because she knows to stay close to me on the busy roads, waiting for my permission to explore. While walking down the gravel road leading to our home, we are usually fine, there is less traffic and generally it is slower and more predictable. On the highway, it is a different story. I had left Sophia in the care of a young man when I left, but he did not hold her long enough – she escaped. She came happily bouncing down the road after me with Scott, the distance back too great for me to just turn back. Of course there was no guarantee it wouldn’t happen again, so I just kept going. Scott realized it was wrong to keep following and turned back; I was very impressed and grateful for his wise choice. Sophia is still small enough to carry at her age, and surprised me with her alertness and good behaviour, so I let her join us.

Once on the highway, I carried Sophia, Mali stayed at my heel and Chiripa and Scrappy tore off ahead of us in their usual enthusiastic fashion, down the road and around the bend. A truck passed me and about 30 seconds later, I heard the yipping of an injured dog. I found Chiripa on the side of the road with blood on her back paws smeared on her legs. I gently picked her up to carry her the rest of the way to Maria’s home. Gratefully it was not much further and thankfully both dogs in my arms knew to keep still, making it easier to carry them. There is no concern for an injured dog on the road here, no reason to stop if you hit one, people just don’t care. I am sure to most I am an anomaly having 3 dogs going everywhere with me, it is just not done here.

We did a once over of Chiripa’s body, but she was in shock and not yet feeling the pain. Before long she was whimpering and shaking as the shock wore off. I decided to cut my visit short, taking her home so she could rest better. We put her into a large shopping bag, with her head poking out, making it easier for me to carry her and Sophia. Also it kept her body from sudden movement, as well as preventing her from slipping in my arms as Sophia did. Small movement was painful for her now. It is very difficult for her to get up, stand and walk making me think both of her hips are injured and perhaps her ribs.

Saturday, the 14th;

I am finishing the writing of this the following morning, her cries throughout the evening kept me close to her. I began to understand, she was in need of love as this is something new to her, the comfort of someone holding her, petting her and showing her care has been of great importance. I was a bit overwhelmed with sadness knowing she is in pain and there is not much for me to do for her. I had hoped the managers here would take her to the vet, but they did not come to visit her last night once she got home. One of the girls was going to talk to a vet this morning, but I have not seen evidence they will do anything for her at this point. I put my witch hazel on her, hoping to alleviate some of the pain, it seems she is resting better today.

This is a new song for me too

I have been fairly busy of late, a bit distracted, I suppose. There has not been much time for writing, so I must apologize for not putting more out there. There is much going on in my mind as I sort through different ideas and plans relevant for my stay here. One can only hope things work out because getting things done here is a bit like walking through a maze, there are many surprise walls blocking your exit.

Kind of a Sunday afternoon selection. I find their music relaxing, but as with all my music, I tend to mix it up, not listen to too much of any one artist at a time. Kind of like my own radio station…..

The giant owl butterfly fluttered around my face last night as I sat with Chiripa. It was so close, I could not focus on it’s wings as I felt them touch my aura. It is a beautiful thing to receive the voice of spirit in this way, the idea of new beginnings present as it circled around my head, then heading off into the night. Chiripa and I continued relaxing in each other’s company, both of us healing in our own way, understanding showing us the way to something better.

One of the few livelier pieces, short and sweet…..

As you listen to the music think of us, that positive energy sent our way, helping Chiripa get back on her feet so she can once again fly down the road in complete joy.