Then along came Daisy - - - - and out poured everything when she was diagnosed with that severe hip dysplasia. I cried for everything - everything I thought, or felt, or stuffed and choked on for the past six years. It took a precious face so helpless to control her own destiny to totally blow my cover.
You can't know how frightened I was to put all of this out there. I can be so painfully quiet in person. This blog has been like a journal - I can tell you about my art and talk and pass things on without that moment of panic over whether whatever I say will be "bright enough, cleaver, conversational, blah blah blah." It has been cathartic over these years while Brian worked at healing. I would sit here with him and type. Bring you all newsy art things I could pass along...and I like to do that.
To see what you are doing for Daisy - well, even writing this my eyes are moist. I am humbled beyond belief. To think that all of you kind and wonderful people I have met - and many I have not - would contribute your hard earned money to help her become whole for us...well, my heart is just bursting.
Daisy may not know what is happening - but I do. She is becoming 'everyone's' puppy. I look at her and I see all of you. She smiles at me and I see all of your facebook pictures and work. And I get humble all over again. To quote Martha - It's a good thing. We appreciate your assistance. It's beyond words how much we appreciate it. I'm exploding with pride and I know we'll make it.
Here is a "daily Daisy" for us:
|Really Mom, it wasn't much of a garden and there was a mole in there somewhere.|
Thank You Everyone -
With Much Love, Sharon, Brian, Trudy, and our Daisy.