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Rummaging through our laundry / storage room the other day, I stumbled upon my Christmas Bear. He wasn’t in a box or a bag. He was simply sitting atop some junk, looking expectantly with his oh so pleasant and heartwarming expression. I snatched him up and began petting him as the memories began flowing. He isn’t from my childhood. He’s from my first broken heart.

My Christmas Bear

My Christmas Bear

I had spent my entire sophomore year of high school trying desperately to get the attention of a particular boy. He sat two seats in front of me in Algebra. He was a year older and a football player. This boy of my dreams wore Levis, always a perfectly tucked collared shirt and white Nike’s with the red swoosh. He had a great butt. Sigh. Seems I often had to go to the front of the class to ask the teacher a question. Not even my white jeans (it was the 80’s) seemed to catch a glance. Never even said hello. My junior year things changed quickly. I was a cheerleader (well, alternate for 1 semester) and had gym class 6th hour. This happened to be when all the football players had gym class. There he was again! This time I caught more than a glance. I had my first real boyfriend.

My Mom was reluctant from the first phone call asking me to a movie. I suppose all mom’s are in this situation. She knew I was going to fall and fall hard. Which I did. As that Christmas rolled around things were serious enough “the boyfriend” was invited for Christmas Eve. I’m sure he was terribly uncomfortable. My family can be tough. There’s a photo time stamping that night somewhere, the only one of us together, though he would be in and out of my life for over six years. The Christmas Bear with a necklace dangling was his gift. I still remember the kiss goodbye at the door, my family partying downstairs, me in a semi-dream state.

I have no idea what the necklace looked like or where it is. But my Christmas Bear has been with me through thick and thin. He’s flown on airplanes. He’s taken long car trips. He went to college. That next Christmas “the boyfriend” was again invited. This time he was home from college and I had been pining away my senior year of high school. Unbeknownst to me, my Mom took him aside and suggested he break off our relationship. What?! Yes, she really did. She knew he was fooling around with all sorts of girls away at school and I wouldn’t even go get a pizza with anyone. I cried with Christmas Bear that night. Probably a lot of nights afterward.

I did date other boys. I survived to high school graduation. I still went to his college hoping we’d be reunited. He’d quit before I got there. Oops!  “The boyfriend” drifted in and out of my college days. I once vomited at the mere thought he was coming into my dorm because his car was seen out the window. He had me fairly messed up.  I stuck it out and even thought I fell in love a couple more times. I graduated and got my degree. Then I got another chance with “the boyfriend” when I moved back home. Things were different, I was different. He really wasn’t. I was finally able to let go of the broken heart and be thankful for loves’ lessons. Christmas Bear moved to Florida with me and had his spot on my bed for many years. I’m sure he got relegated to the laundry room to save him from being torn apart by the dogs. It was good to see him again. I washed him and he’s been hanging out. Considered giving him away… just for a second. Nope. Can’t do it. He’s my Christmas Bear.

May need to save him from Grimm!

May need to save him from Grimm!

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Great news! The lump in my right breast is NOT cancerous, it’s a simple fatty tumor. Need to cut down on my caffeine intake and start up my supplements again. Whew. My doctor isn’t going to allow me much slack, though, she already scheduled a recheck mammogram in 6 months.

Now I can get back to concentrating on everyone else. Don’t like worrying about myself. Life is good.

Our original & greatest pack.

Our original & greatest pack.

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Several times a day, thoughts traipse through my head of stories I need to write. Then life happens. Bam! Scottie (my wonderful, yet pig-headed husband) spent a total of 6 days… on 2 separate occasions… laid up in the hospital! All indications from his symptoms were pointing toward him having a heart issue. This was very scary. Sure doesn’t help stress levels.

Scottie was used as a "teaching patient" for a class of EMT's!

Scottie was used as a “teaching patient” for a class of EMT’s!

They do give you cool socks.

They do give you cool socks.

Thankfully, the heart cath procedure he was finally able to have, showed his heart is NORMAL. Whew! We still don’t know what was causing his pain but knowing it’s not his heart is sure a huge burden lifted.

Right before the procedure.

Right before the procedure.

This last go around in the hospital happened to be Thanksgiving week. When you are a pet sitter (as both of us happen to be) holiday weeks are crucial and oftentimes crazy with so many clients needing us. We split our little town of Orlando into 2 distinct territories. Mine is the best, by the way. Imagine having to do both territories by yourself! This is what I had to do. We’re lucky I survived. We’re lucky our marriage survived!

Essentials... keys, George the GPS & satellite radio.

Essentials… keys, George the GPS & satellite radio.

My day planner.

My day planner.

This is just my clients. Scottie’s were on a separate list. We have 2 distinct styles of operation. He’s got his life on this tablet and in George the GPS. I am a write-it-down-kinda-gal. Doesn’t always gel too well. Especially when it’s late at night and I’m having trouble seeing and he’s getting frustrated with me on the phone because I keep driving past the client’s driveway! Thanksgiving Day was 15+ hours on the road for me. Scottie had gotten released from the hospital late the night before. Thank you, Bob W. for bringing him home! He wouldn’t be able to take back over his clients for a couple days. At one point late that night I was pretty much dehydrated and hallucinating at a 7-11 in Maitland. But, I made it. All clients made it. We really had no major issues. We are blessed with good, good client pets.

Poe is quite special.

Poe is quite special.

The highlight to my struggles (other than Scottie being ok) was getting to meet Poe the cat. Scottie’s been caring for him many years. The moment I entered the house he and I clicked. He’s got cancer which is why his nose looks weird. I spent as much time as possible loving him as I could. He even let me have a “shoulder cat” again, which has been greatly missed since losing our cat, Setzer. Thank you, Poe, I needed this.

Poe being my shoulder cat.

Poe being my shoulder cat.

During all the melee we brought home a foster dog from Seminole County Animal Services. She’s a 5 lb. Miniature Pinscher who’s just not right. So, of course, we fell in love. Imagine a teeny gargoyle with old-timey vampire teeth (not the sparkly vampires, the ugly vampires!), add some frog legs, take away a neck and you have our little Grimm. She is blind and feisty and doing excellent in the pack.

Back in October I had a long-overdue mammogram and ultrasound.  I always have to have an ultrasound. Something about having dense tissue. After getting the results my doctor sent me to a breast specialist. She did another ultrasound and scheduled a biopsy. Though lumps are common and most of the time nothing, it’s still hard to keep your brain from imagining all the various scenarios. Having thoughts of possible breast cancer during the month of October is ridiculous! It happens to be Breast Cancer Awareness month and the words “breast cancer” are being spewed from every form of media 24 hours a day! We were a week away from the biopsy when Scottie went into the hospital the 1st time. My boobies got put on hold… just for a bit. I had the biopsy this week and will get results on Monday. They really drill into your boob! The sound of the drill almost made Scottie pass out.

Love my doctor!

Love my doctor!

We’re confident all will be well.

The last few days things have been back to our normal. I got all the Christmas shopping done in under 2 hours. Will begin writing cards this weekend. Gifts will be mailed Monday. Got the house “decorated”. Oh… forgot something… our 14 year old Siamese kitty prolapsed her rectum over the weekend. Yes, her parts were falling out! She was put back together at the Emergency Vet and is now on 4 different medications. First time we dealt with that particular situation. Trust me, it’s not something you EVER want to see.

Seems I’ve not been able to see Becca and Cass much. Glad to have my barn mate, Gary, to pick up my slack when life comes calling. They are the reason for this blog though it’s turned into so much more. I will leave you with the latest pics of them, taken a few days ago. They are happy, healthy and best of all loved.

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Becca the Beautiful.

Becca the Beautiful.

Cass my Princess.

Cass my Princess.

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