Samson, 3 years later….

Here I am three years after your passing and still it seems like yesterday. Tomorrow is your birthday, you would’ve been 15. Now is the time I should be worrying about you leaving me, not when you were 4 months shy of your 12th birthday.

I’ve tried not thinking about you, but that doesn’t working. I think about you 24/7, 365 (366). I caught myself crying at work yesterday. When I realized I was crying, I stopped what I was doing and wiped my face. I heard my 2nd momma say, ‘pull up your big girl panties and get over it’. It’s not the best mantra, but one to snap me out of the tears.

A friend of mine re-posted a post by Cora Neumann on Facebook yesterday, I think it’s a wonderful post and everyone who’s suffering a loss of life of any kind (or is watching someone grieve), should understand it’s ok to let us grieve and mourn. You just need to remind us not to ‘die with the dead’.

I know my friend, nor Cora, intended for this post to seen by anyone in particular, but it has touched me in such a profound manner. I also know you were a Chihuahua and not human; however, you were my very best friend. We were spiritually|emotionally bound to each other from the moment I put you in that little box to take you home. You were a 1 lb 2 oz, full of piss and vinegar, Chihuahua. The box swallowed you! I had to dump you out of the box to show you to my siblings. You ran straight to me, barking at my brother and sister because they tried to pet you. It was over. I knew I’d give my life for you, but you never asked. You never asked for much of anything. I made sure you had the best of everything. I just didn’t see your death coming. If I would’ve, I would’ve hocked my life to have your valve replaced.

I miss you so badly. I don’t have anyone to tell my deepest thoughts to. I have no one to just talk to. I have no one to cry with. I knew you wouldn’t/couldn’t tell on me, and  you used to let me snot all over you and then let out a sigh of relief when I was finished. You knew when I was hurting emotionally, spiritually and physically, and you made sure you stayed on me for comfort. I have no one to do that now. The ladies in your pack, they don’t love me the way you loved me.

Our family always ‘gets on to me’ for still crying for you. The day I stop crying for you, is the day I take my last breath on this Earth. And most nights I pray for Jesus to come get me, I get so tired of fighting for a place in this rat race called life – without you.

I love you. I still need you. And ask Jesus every morning|night to give you a kiss right between your ears – your fur was so soft there.

Nope, I’ll never stop missing you, nor crying for you until we are reunited again.

One day Samson, one day we’ll be reunited and all of Heaven will be ours to explore together!

Mommy loves you. Please tell me how to make the tears stop, please!

Hugs and belly rubs!

Holiday blues…

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving. We had everyone except one of my sister’s and her husband (he has the flu…he should’ve gotten the flu shot!).

I made sure I stayed busy; however, all I could think about was my Sam. I know I can’t have him back, but if I could, I would wish him back to me in a heart beat! He loved the scraps, the vanilla wafers from the banana pudding, and my momma’s dressing.

All I could do was cry! I didn’t like holidays before he passed away, and I sure don’t like them with him gone. The second holiday without him. Sooner or later I’m sure I’ll stop crying, but for now…now I don’t even try to stop.

Be blessed,


A picture my mom found of him. His pawpaw gave him a skunk and he loved that skunk!

I’ve been adopted, again….

Last Tuesday night, as I was taking Maebelle out for her nightly constitutional, a black cat bailed off of our porch, ran to the gate and sat there looking at me. I tried to call him to me to no avail. Maebelle and I went back to bed. When I came in the door Wednesday after work, my mother said “be real careful when you go on the porch there’s a kitten out there”. I knew it was my cat from Tuesday night. I eased outside, sat on the porch and he walked up talking and kneading. I put my hand on him to rub and his motor kicked in. That was it, it was over, I was in love. Now mind you, I DO NOT like cats, especially sow cats because they don’t love you, they are fickle. Toms on the other hand, the more love the better.

I went back inside, opened a can of wet dog food (all I had) and he almost took my hand off, he was starving. Literally, I could rub down his back, count every vertebrae and count every rib. And his fur wasn’t soft and kind like well kept cats are. I loved on him some more, made him a bed and went off to bed myself.

I was so excited when I woke up Thursday. I fed the inside dogs, got the cat some thing to eat and walked on the porch and no cat. He had gotten sick during the night. I called him and he didn’t come. I took the food in and asked my mother if she’d feed him if she saw him. She called me later that morning and told me he’d come up and ate. I got home Thursday night, same dance, I loved on him, fed him and then I named him…Riddick. We went through a few names until he looked at me when I said Riddick, so there you have it. A cat with a name. We went to bed Thursday night, Friday morning, no Riddick and he’d gotten sick, again. Saturday, I put him in the pet taxi, which he walked into without any problems, and off to the vet we went.

Turns out, Riddick, is about four or five years old and wormy (duh!!!). He had his blood drawn – negative for feline leukemia and aids – woohoo! And Dr. Chip clipped his nails which were sharp, trust me, he likes to knead on you as you pet him.

I had some very short errands to run before going home, he never cried the first time (my sister was in the car with him, I NEVER leave my animals in the car, EVER!). We made it home, he came out, I fed him and loved on him. By that afternoon, I just knew I was going to loose him. He was so sick from the worm medicine. I went to bed and cried because I just knew I’d killed him. He was too frail and underfed for a wormer that strong.

Sunday morning couldn’t get here fast enough. He’d gotten sick, again, and was gone. I called and called and nothing. I walked back in and told the parents I knew better than to let him be wormed until he had more meat on him. Just as I was getting ready for church, Momma walked in and said Riddick is on the front porch ready for his food. I dressed as fast as I could (which isn’t fast in the mornings, as I’m so stiff). I grabbed his food, I had it all ready, walked out on the porch and there he was, talking, kneading and rubbing up against me.

I fed him. After he ate, I picked him up and rubbed and he purred and he has my heart for sure. (Not Samson’s part, but a piece which Samson left behind.) After church, I fed him a little more, and continued that through out the day. He never got sick. Last night, I fed him, loved on him, we had our little talk (he’s an excellent listener, like Samson was) and I was in for the night.

This morning when I got up and took Maebelle out, he jumped off the swing. I picked him up, loved on him, and went back inside and fixed his food. I fed the dogs, took him his food and rubbed him down the back, he felt like a different cat. I’m not sure a wormer is supposed to work that fast, but he feels different. And he wasn’t sick!!!!!! Riddick 1, worms 0!!!!!

I was supposed to take him in today for a neutering, but he was so very sick Saturday that I think I owed it to him to give him a week before I cause more pain to be inflicted on him. Next Monday, he’s be fixed and vaccinated while he’s under.

Some of his funnies, he will put his paws on you like a dog and stretch while you rub him down the back. If you start to walk away and he’s not finished loving, he will take his paws and grab your leg. He scared me the first time he did that.

I know he used to belong to someone, he had to because he is so lovable. He’s crate trained and is an indoor/outdoor cat, although there is no indoor for him until he is fixed and vaccinated. Then we’ll see if we can transition him inside/outside like our other two sow cats (who DO NOT like him, he has the front porch to himself, neh!).

I know I shouldn’t fall so hard for a Tom cat because we’ve had our fair share and they’ve all met their ends in the road (I’m hoping and praying the fence will be a detriment), lost a fight to a younger Tom, or failed to out round the wild dogs on our hill. Either way, I will love Riddick while I have him. I will see that he’s fed and never has to worry about his next meal. I will keep him wormed and vaccinated, so he doesn’t have to worry about being sick. And when his last day on Earth comes, I hope I’ve given him all the love he can handle.

My beautiful Riddick….

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Maebelle’s ability to scare the poo out of me

Maebelle is the only child I have left. She is pampered unlike no diva dog I’ve ever met.

Set-up: My momma (she baby sits for me) was outside. She noticed Bella (aka Maebelle) wasn’t outside with her, so she goes inside to find her. When she finds her, she is laying in Teddy’s (go read the Pack page) spot with her back to Momma. Momma called her, she turned around and hopped to her with her back right leg up.

Note: Bella is a bit of a whiney-pants. She’ll hold a paw up in a heart beat to get in someone’s arms. Yes, I’ve spoiled her, she’s mine and I allowed! LOL

Momma’s call to me: Sister something is wrong with Bella’s right leg. She is holding it up. We are on our way to the vet with her. I’m sorry she was in the house and I was outside.

My reply: Momma, you’re not to blame. Maybe she tried to jump on your bed and missed, or fell off of the bed. Do I need to meet you guys at the vet?

Momma: No, I’ll call you and let you know.

So it was a sit and wait game, which I DO NOT do well.

My phone rings, it’s my daddy. I immediately prepare myself for something bad. My daddy never calls!

Daddy: Sister, she’s gonna be okay, here talk with the doctor.

My doctor: She’s okay, nothings broken. She either sprang her leg/ankle, or she was bitten by a wasp or something like that because she had a red streak running up her little ankle. I’ll give her a steroid shot, and send some home with your parents. She should be just fine.

Hmmm, I never trust anyone when they tell me my child will be just fine. Just because she’s the only one left. The rest of the afternoon, a whole hour, the clock crawled around to 5pm.

I drove home as fast as I could, jumped out, and walked in the house and there was bouncing Bella. Jumping, whining, waiting for me to pick her up. If she had been a child, I would’ve spanked her! The nerve! I was so freakin’ worried and there she was doing donuts waiting for me to pick her up.

I picked her up and loved on her. When I put her down, she walked a few paces, turned, looked at me then held up her back leg. I caved, as I always do. I picked her up, carried her around outside for a while, then sat down to knit with her wrapped in her binkie beside me.

Only then I couldn’t concentrate to knit. My brain was in overdrive from my momma’s frantic call to me. I tried watching a bit of tv, nothing. I finally gave up, at the suggestion of a friend whom I was texting. I closed my eyes and the next thing I remember was my head falling forward. It was very early, but I didn’t care, I took the pups out for their nightly constitutionals, and Bella and I went to bed. Sleep was easy to find after I’d spent so my brain energy of the diva!

This morning, she was up, limping a little bit, but no worse for the wear. I told her to stop jumping on beds. She knows better. She has a couch and a recliner to lay on, the beds are off limits. My daddy put up a ‘doggy fence’ to keep her out of their room when they are outside, laugh. I got the feeling Daddy didn’t want another ’emergency’.

I love my Bella and would go to the end of the Earth for her if it meant she’d be well.

All pet owners (and non-pet owners), remember, when  you are away from the house, your inside animals will go where you’ve trained them not to only because they can. If there’s a room/area you don’t want them in, just put up a doggy fence.

LIfe is never dull with Maebelle!

Puppy dog paws!

Gertie, Recently

Calling all dog lovers/owners, we have a senior dog who needs to find her fur-ever home. She needs to be the only dog. She isn’t aggressive, she just doesn’t seem to fit into ‘packs’. She’s a loner, so all you loners out there, give Gertie a look-see and let’s give her the love she obviously didn’t get before arriving at Run A Muck Ranch.

Adventures at Run A Muck Ranch

Yup, Gertie is still here.

The few people who called on the fliers I posted didn’t read them very well, and discussion of Gert’s age was the deal breaker for some.  Those who weren’t concerned about her age didn’t read the part about her being a house dog.  That the interested parties intended to keep Gertie outside was a deal breaker for me.

Sweet Gertie, still sporting the bad haircut.  Sweet Gertie, still sporting the bad haircut.

A rescue did eventually list Gertie on their web site, but her bio was cut off mid sentence.  Hey, she’s listed though!

A no-kill shelter offered to take her but we declined.   An old lady needs to be in a home, not a kennel.

A foster offer also eventually came up, but by that time it had been almost 2 months and Gertie had settled in.  A month earlier, we would have jumped at the chance.  But by the…

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Spring sprung…

13May14 Momma's pink rose

13May14 Momma’s pink rose

I love spring! The sounds, smells, and colors, but the pollen, oh please not this year, too.

This spring, we (Daddy and I, Momma can’t do these sort of things anymore, and I’m not supposed to, but I do a little here, a little there, and take a lot of pain medicine) planted seven amethyst (Encore Azaleas) down the road front. And I had two royalties growing in two big planters, we finally put those out. He and Momma bought a red and white original azaleas and we planted those. Then we planted seven junipers in the field, and have ten more on back order.

Daddy moved one of mom’s roses which wasn’t doing well in its spot. And we planted her two more roses that my sister-in-law’s father gave her (one for her birthday, one for mother’s day – he drives a long-haul truck and picked a butt load up in some little town he went through for a $1/each, then he gave them away to everyone when he came through).

We de-weeded our iris patch. Cleaned out from the Knock-Me-Out rose bush, a running rose bush (which I purchased for Mom on the pretext that it WAS NOT a running rose, ha!), and a rose ‘tree’. Now that I think about it, our heathers haven’t come up…oh mercy….

Momma and I de-headed the amaryllis, she can do that, so I let her help me.

I haven’t de-weeded my daylily beds yet. I need a free weekend to do that as I have noticed they are putting on buds and are getting ready to open. I have a couple dozen, all different flavors. They are beautiful. I love my daylilies. I honestly have been in too much pain here lately to even pull weeds with my good arm. I may get my niece to do it. Show her what to pull and let her have a go at it. She’s three, hmmm, I wonder how much damage she’d do if I showed her. Laugh!

Wow, spring hit and we have done a lot of work. I can’t believe we’ve done all of that. Mind you, we didn’t do it all at one time, it was over a period of time, but that’s a lot none-the-less.

Well it’s starting to get hot and I don’t do hot weather well, so I stay in during the heat of the day and enjoy the mornings and nights.

If you haven’t played outside and live down south, you need to get out and get to it because it will be too late in a few weeks.

Get out side, enjoy the smells (take your allergy meds first!), sounds, colors, and meet your neighbor!

Flowers rule….

Good-bye Mr. Moses

Mr. Moses

Mr. Moses

Sometimes you stumble onto people you don’t know but who share the same love of something or someone you do. This happened to me on Facebook. One day I ‘accidentally’ found Gremlin’s Facebook page.

I had just lost my little man and I spotted Gremlin. He lives with his human family and multiple fur-friends. One of the ‘kids’ was Mr. Moses. I don’t know his story, but if I know he was a rescue. Mr. Moses loved to cook with his human mommy. Check out their YouTube channel.

Mr. Moses recently was diagnosed with an inoperable tumor on his spine. He wasn’t given very long to live, but he lived longer than the docs gave him, smile. He was a trooper. He fought hard and long to stay with his family here on Earth. You know, the mind is always willing, but sometimes, the body just isn’t able.

Mr. Moses crossed over the Rainbow Bridge last night. I know, without asking, he was at home with his family as he started his journey back to his Creator.

Mr. Moses, I never got to hug you, never got to tell you how much you helped me heal, nor how much I love you, too. Your fan base with miss you terribly!

I told my Samson and Teddy Bear you were coming, so hopefully they found you.

Rock on Mr. Moses…I’ll see you on the other side. Until then….