She’ll Always Live In My Heart, My Sweet Roxy

It’s still hard to believe that barely a month after I last posted to wish Roxy a happy fifteenth birthday, she was gone. Even though she was old and very fragile, there’s no real way to prepare for that kind of loss. She was truly a special little girl, the joy in my life, and I miss her immensely. A few years ago, I blogged about my wee diva, and if you care to, you can read that post HERE. And another post when she broke her leg HERE.

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As the reality of Roxy’s imminent passing became painfully clear to us, Hubby and I started talking about what it’d be like to not have a fur baby in the house. We’ve both had pets for most of our lives, including the eight dogs and cats we’ve raised throughout our marriage, but Hubby insisted he didn’t want any more. I, on the other hand, couldn’t commit to that possibility.

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I’m mostly housebound now. With my impaired vision, I can’t work, I can’t drive, and I struggle at times to find a purpose in my life. Roxy had been my purpose. My trusting little companion who loved me as much as I loved her. Knowing she was patiently waiting for me at the foot of the stairs, every single morning, gave me a reason to haul my butt out of bed and get on with my day. Her morning kisses were the best antidepressant on the market.



After Roxy passed, we agreed to get one last pet. I wasn’t in a hurry, but I wanted to keep my options open so I began to peruse the classifieds. I soon came across an ad for teacup Chihuahua cross puppies. Apparently the tiny mama died delivering her pups, and the surviving puppies were brought to a rescue group. We liked the idea of a rescue dog, and that these were young puppies. We especially liked how the adoption fee went back into the rescue operation to help more animals find homes. And coincidentally, their probable birthdate is January 8th, same as Roxy’s.


It was all so perfect, it almost seemed too good to be true. And turns out, it was, because two days before we were to pick up our new baby, the foster mom texted to say the puppy became sick after getting her deworm meds. After a long, stressful day of exchanging texts, I got the horrible news I’d dreaded. My beautiful puppy had died. How could this have happened? It was so unfair. Unfair for me to go through something so awful right after losing Roxy. And totally unfair to that tiny puppy who’d already overcome such a rough start to life.


My feelings are raw, and a part of me is afraid to ever open my heart to another pet. But I’m a dog lover, so I likely will get another one, sooner or later. Meanwhile it’s important to remember Roxy as the unique and special little character that she was. That three-pound scrap of preciousness enriched my life in so many ways for fifteen amazing years, and she deserves to be remembered with smiles, not sadness.

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And I mustn’t dwell on what might have been with that other sweet puppy who captivated me completely in just one short visit. My tiny rescue puppy who never got the chance to rescue me.




Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a wonderful holiday season, however you celebrate it.

The tree is trimmed, the house is decorated, now I’m waiting for the spirit of Christmas to arrive. I don’t care about presents, I just want to be with my family and am looking forward to having our youngest son at home. And hoping we can spend some cyber time with our eldest son and his family. We’ll be going to our brown-eyed boy’s new house for dinner to celebrate with him and our daughter-in-law, along with some of her family.

This will be our first Christmas without Mom, and her absence will be felt by so many. We still miss her every day, but during the holidays her loss is more poignant. She’ll be with us in our hearts and in our thoughts.

As I look towards the New Year, I wish all the best for everyone. May it be a great year, full of love, and laughter, and good health. I don’t want to be greedy, so I won’t say “May all our wishes come true”, but how about – most of our wishes. I’m confident a few of mine will! Happy New Year!

The Quest For Thanksgiving Gratitude

Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian family and friends!

It’s my tradition on Thanksgiving Day to reaffirm all I’m most grateful for. The past year has been another difficult one, both personally and on a worldwide scale, making me dig a little deeper to find gratitude.

The new year couldn’t have started worse. I spent the night of New Year’s Eve alone in hospice, watching my mom breathe, afraid if I closed my eyes for a moment she might slip away. Two weeks later, I once again sat alone, watching while Mom took her last breath. As heart wrenching and sad as this was, I hope she felt my love and knew she wasn’t alone. She’s left a big hole in my life, and I continue to think about her every single day, but I’m grateful her suffering is finally over.

Barely two weeks later, Hubby and I cruised around Cuba. I didn’t know how I’d be able to set aside my sorrow and enjoy this trip we’d been looking forward to for many months. But I did. I really enjoyed it and found the peace and relaxation I badly needed. So I’m grateful for that. And I’m grateful we got to learn about another country and explore its beauty.

In April, a vitreous hemorrhage in my right eye turned my world upside down. Two surgeries later, my eye still has no functional vision. I’ve lost a lot because of this, but I’m grateful my situation isn’t worse. I’m grateful the surgeons were able to save my eye. I’m grateful I still have some vision and, even if I’m currently struggling, I will adapt to this new reality.

And I’m very grateful I have a loving and supportive husband. He’s been a constant through all of this, doing whatever he can to make my life easier.

I’m thankful for the gift of my children – my three boys and two daughters-in-law. Although I wish I saw or heard from them more often, I’m thankful they’re all healthy and happy and busy in thriving careers. I’m thankful I have two gorgeous, bright, affectionate little grandsons – and I’m especially thankful they came to visit me, not once, but twice, this year!

I’m grateful to spend this Thanksgiving weekend with my firstborn son and his family. Both my son and his wife were born on Thanksgiving Day, two years and two days apart, so it’s an extra special time for us.

And I can’t forget my tiniest blessing. I’m thankful to have had Roxy in my life for another year. The old girl is very fragile and depends on me for all her needs, but that’s okay because I love her to bits and will treasure every moment I have left with her.

I’m grateful to have found a new home for my first two novels. Show No Weakness was released through Roane Publishing last April, and It’s Complicated will be released in December. It’s wonderful to have those book-babies back out in the world.

So, once again, I’m thankful I have reasons to be thankful. I hope you do, too. Happy Thanksgiving!

Stepping Away…

Thank you for stopping by my blog. Monday Musings is currently on hiatus while I tend to other projects. I’ve left links below to some of my more popular topics in case you’d like to browse. I promise most of them include gorgeous photos.

Or you can pop over to my bookshelf or excerpts if you want more information on my books.

I’ll see you all in a few months. Happy reading!

Link to:  My experience with torn and detached retinas

Link to:  Cruising around historic Cuba

Sunday Funday Adventures – Exploring the Okanagan


Link to:  Beautiful beaches and hiking trails on Vancouver Island

Link to:  Monkeys and more at Sandos Caracol and Riviera Maya


Link to:  Fun in Palm Desert and San Diego, California

Steamboats on the Old Man River, trolley cars and beignets…Adventures in New Orleans

Icebergs and rowhouses…Exploring Nova Scotia and Newfoundland

Favourite Furry Pets – And a few not so furry ones, too


An Ode to My Hubby on His Birthday

Happy Birthday, sweetheart. I wish we could celebrate this milestone birthday the way you deserve. Please accept a rain check to do something as special as you are, as soon as I’m able.

I’m not a poet, so none of this rhymes, but I mean every word.

Thank you for rushing me to Vancouver on such short notice after putting in a full day at work.

Thank you for battling Vancouver’s crazy traffic to take me to all my appointments without losing your cool…too much. 🙂

Thank you for taking such good care of Roxy and me. You might get a tad bossy at times (just a little bit), but I know you always have my best interests at heart.

Thank you for blowing a week of vacation to stay home and nursemaid me. It couldn’t have been very exciting, but I really appreciate it. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.

Thank you for doing all the laundry (and other housework). Just because I tend to refold things and reorganize where you’ve put the towels doesn’t mean you’re not doing a great job.

While I’m not sure what the future holds for me, I do know you’ll be there by my side, bolstering me and encouraging me, no matter what happens. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your unwavering support. It means the world to me—and so do you.

I love you!

Happy Thanksgiving Weekend to all my Canadian Friends and Family!

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It’s been another tough year, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to write about Thanksgiving gratitude. Then I read over my past Thanksgiving posts and changed my mind. Because they’re just as relevant today as when I first wrote them, I’ve incorporated some of my thoughts from those posts into this one.

Thanksgiving is a time to spend with loved ones and, if we’re lucky, eat really yummy food. It’s also a time to give thanks for life’s blessings. Compared to so many places in the world, here in Canada, we have much to be grateful for. Thanksgiving will always hold a special place in my heart because I became a mother for the first time on Thanksgiving Day. There’s little in my life I’m more thankful for than the gift of my children.

As I look back at the past year, I see so much sadness, tragedy and anxiety, both personally and in the world, in general. I struggle to find gratitude, so instead I have to accept that sometimes bad things happen to good people for no comprehendible reason. Good things happen as well, and this is where I must seek gratefulness. Even though it’s sometimes hard to find life’s joy, it’s there, hidden in many little things, and I give thanks for that.


I’m thankful my physical health continues to improve. I’m stronger and leaner and in less pain than I’ve been in a long time.

I’m thankful Hubby and I have had many Sunday Funday adventures this year, having great fun while exploring our beautiful outdoors.

Despite not getting to go to Alberta this year to celebrate Thanksgiving and his birthday with my oldest son and his family, I’m thankful to have family to share Thanksgiving with, and that Hubby once again cooked a delicious turkey dinner for us.

I’m thankful I’ve seen my kids more often this year, and that we were all able to spend a day together for the first time in three years.

I’m thankful I have two gorgeous, bright, healthy, affectionate little grandsons who love me very much, as I love them. And I’m especially thankful they came to visit me, not once, but twice, this year!

I’m thankful Hubby and I are able to look forward to the winter vacation we just booked.

I’m thankful that my aged little Roxy is still with us, and despite the health scare she just gave me, I’m thankful she’s slowly getting better and isn’t in too much pain.

Although I wish my mom didn’t have to take cancer treatments, I’m so thankful she isn’t experiencing many bad side effects.

I’m thankful that, although we’re far from wealthy, we don’t really want for much.

I’m thankful I have reasons to be thankful.


Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. I hope you too can find much to be thankful for in your lives.