Cricket Leaves a Gift

God works in mysterious ways in our lives. I have often been left in tears with a broken heart wondering why something had to happen. Lately with the terrible death of my service dog, Cricket, I have asked this question more than I have for quite some time.

He was so young, only nine years old. Why was his death a part of the plan in our universe? Who called this precious and devoted spirit home? I miss him so very much at times, I cannot breath. I cannot think. I see his death over and over. Holding him in the car on the way to the vet as he struggled to take his last breaths.

Oh Crickie!

Tonight, as we prepare for a new life. We started bringing things in for the new puppy from the garage. The moment I opened the door and I saw his plastic kennel, I started to cry uncontrollably. My dear husband comforted me.

No, I told my husband, it cannot come up. It was Cricket's, 'Man Cave.' The place he would be sent to when he had done something he hadn't ought to have done. Sometimes, I would find him heading that direction before the command was given, like he could read my mind.

Cricket must have been a Raccoon in a former life. I surely was! He loved the jewelry I made, and collected like no other dog I have ever seen. Boy, if he got a hold of it, he would lunch out on the most prized broach or necklace. If it sparkled, not only did it belong to Momma, it belong to Cricket.

When I picked up his kennel and opened the door to pull out the little bed, I heard something rattle. Now the kennel was removed immediately after he was killed. I wondered, what could it be? So I reached in and there in my hand lay a little wooden cross with an engraving.

On one side was a quote.

"He who has begun a good work in you will SEE YOU THRU."

and on the other teeth marked side of this little cross was the follow....

"Carry On"...Philippian 1:6

A message for me, from my Dog? Maybe, maybe not. But I gently went in to where his cremated remains lie and placed it in his box...

I will carry on Cricket, I promise.

Love, Momma

Cavalier King Charles Spaniel - A New Baby!

I have had terrible heartache this past week as many of you know with the tragic loss of my service dog, King Cricket. My pain and tears have been answered by a terrific breeder of Cavalier King Charles Spaniels.... and a certain special little baby girl.

Her name is Reine Sauver Ruby Belle Bisous! Ruby Belle for short. She is ever bit a Queen, ever bit my savior and precious more than jewels. Reine gives the most precious little kisses, which in french is Bisous. I look forward to many happy years of love and companionship, of photography and videos. She will help me as I continue to heal in my life.

I thank Char Reed for this wonderful puppy and God in heaven for helping me find her.

Enjoy my new precious litle girl!

Thank all of your for the wonderful letters, cards, emails, calls and hugs. I have needed them so very much. I have the very best friends in the whole world and I thank God for each of you.

Hummingbird

48th Annual Saint Andrews Ball

Announcing the 48th Annual Saint Andrews of Colorado Ball

You are invited to the Annual St. Andrews Society Ball!

When: Sunday, November 14, 2010

Join us for an elegant evening of fine dining, unique silent auction items, and ballroom dancing... Plus special performances by the Denver Pipes & Drums, Rocky Mountain Highland Dancers, and the Scottish Country.

Formal Highland Attire suggested.

Cocktails & Silent Auction: 4:30 pm
Dinner & Program: 6:15 pm
Dancing: 8:00 pm

Did you know that the St. Andrew Society of Colorado has some of best auxiliary groups located right here in the Mile High City? The Colorado Scottish Festival and Rocky Mountain Highland Games, The Rocky Mountain Highland Dancers, The St. Andrew Scottish Country Dancers, The Denver and District Pipes & Drums, and the Colorado Tartan Day Society.

Link

http://myemail.constantcontact.com/GET-ON-THE-BALL---Hurry-Reservations-Close-11-9-10-.html?soid=1102843860969&aid=3uzkHW1b3LM


Hurry there is a deadline of November 9th!

Visit the SASC Website Here

Hope to see you there!

To My Mommy - From King Cricket...

This beautiful video was sent to me by a friend, who sent it in Cricket's name just for me. Thank-you so very much Sheri.

I knew the day that I would lose Cricket was going to come. I never expected it so soon. He was only 8, almost 9. As many of you know he was killed by another dog while he played at a park. Cricket died in my arms. He was looking in my eyes as my tears fell on him.

Today as I carried his cremated remains home, I realized he will always be with me, always. We will never really part. I can carry him anywhere in my heart, where he will reside forever.

Beautiful baby boy, I miss your face, your kisses, the complete trust you had in me to take care of you and always love you. Now I must let you love me from behind the veil, but I know you will be there for me.

My heart breaks and I cry often. It is those tears that water the soul and help it heal.

Wait for me Cricket, someday I will come to you and the circle will be complete.

King Cricket - Loss of a Dog Greeting Card from Zazzle.com

In my dog Cricket's memory, I have created sympathy cards for owners who have also lost their best friends. It is my heartfelt hope that they somehow receive comfort from the beautiful eyes and presence of this truly wonderful dog.

Cricket will always be with me as I continue to write my children's stories and of course continue the legend of this bigger than life Chihuahua as he truly was in life. Now he will be found now in my storybooks for children.

Please take the link below.

Loss of a Dog Greeting Card from Zazzle.com

Guy Fawkes Day

Guy Fawkes Day Poem
Traditional British

Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot ;
I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,
'Twas his intent.
To blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below.
Poor old England to overthrow.
By God's providence he was catch'd,
With a dark lantern and burning match

Holloa boys, Holloa boys, let the bells ring
Holloa boys, Holloa boys, God save the King!

Hip hip Hoorah !
Hip hip Hoorah !

A penny loaf to feed ol'Pope,
A farthing cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down,
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar,'
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head,
Then we'll say: ol'Pope is dead.



HISTORY OF GUY FAWKES

November 5th is known as "Bonfire Night" or "Guy Fawkes Night", and all over Britain people fire off fireworks, light bonfires, and burn effigies of Guy Fawkes. Guido Fawkes was an Englishman who, in popular legend, tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament with barrels of gunpowder. He was caught, imprisoned, tortured on the rack, and finally executed, as we'll see.

400 years ago, Guy Fawkes was a co-conspirator in the "Gunpowder Plot" of 1605 in England. He and his cohorts decided to blow up the both Houses of Parliament in London and kill King James I upon the inaugural opening of the Parliament, and succeeded in smuggling several barrels of gunpowder into the basement of the Parliament.

This "Gunpowder Plot" occurred two years after King James I (of the "King James Bible" fame) ascended to the throne. A group of English Catholics, of which Guido Fawkes was a member, decided to kill the King because it was felt he had reneged on his promises to stop the persecution of Catholics. To this day, it is the law in Britain that a Roman Catholic cannot hold the office of monarch. And the Queen is still Supreme Head of the Church of England.

The plot was foiled at the eleventh hour; some of the plotters escaped, some turned King's Evidence and reported on the rest. The unlucky Fawkes was taken in chains to the Tower of London. He was hanged, drawn and quartered. After Guy was hanged, he was torn asunder and drug through the streets of London behind a horse cart. The charge was treason, though some people in England prefer to remember Guy as "the only man ever to enter Parliament with honourable intentions."

To this day, one of the ceremonies that accompany the opening of a new session of parliament, is the searching of the basement, by a bunch of men in funny hats. Parliament somehow made political capital out of the close call, and poor Guy Fawkes is burned in effigy every November 5th on bonfires all over Britain. They sell a lot of fireworks too, and children beg for money on the streets to buy them. The children usually exhibit the "guy" or dummy that will be put on the fire. "Penny for the guy, mister?" is a common refrain at this time of year.

In the last dozen years or so however, with the pervasiveness of American television and culture in England, the custom of celebrating Halloween is in the ascendancy, and many children are now going for the double treat: candy on October 31, money for November 5.