Life Lessons-Things My Blind Dog Taught Me
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Last Friday, we said goodbye to our precious Babsy. She had just turned 11 on October 14th.

She had been the healthiest of all the dogs we have owned and we expected her to live to 14 or 15. Her Mommy, Blossom passed just over a year ago. (they weren't biological mommy and baby, but took on those roles the minute we brought Babsy home.)

They were inseparable, with a very unique relationship. We had a family of 5 furry babies who were all extremely close, but there were sweet behaviors and rituals, that the two of them only exhibited with each other. Babsy grieved terribly when Blossom died just over a year ago, and about a month later had some kind of seizure and went blind. Complete retinal detachment in both eyes. What we discovered is that she had suddenly developed extremely high blood pressure (I truly believe from the trauma of losing Blossom) and that is what caused the seizure and the retinal detachment. She then developed kidney disease. She had been blind just over a year when she passed.

(actually, we lost our Blossom and our Bella one month apart last year. She loved Bella too)

Though my heart is broken, this post is not meant to be sad. I want to honor Babsy and share some of the things she taught me in the way she embraced life without vision. Every move she made reminded me that just because we can't see something with our eyes, doesn't mean it doesn't exist. She exhibited great faith in so many ways, and also trusted her instincts.

She would chase a tennis ball all over the yard. I usually put it near her, but if I threw it far away, she'd comb the entire yard with her nose to the ground. She couldn't see it, but she knew it was there, and wouldn't give up until she found it. (I of course would sometimes eventually have to relocate it if she wasn't having success, because I knew she would NOT come into the house until she'd found it.

She never stopped enjoying the simple pleasures in life. She had always loved to lay in the sun. She and Blossom always laid side by side in the sun, and after Blossom left and Poppy Jane came, she and Poppy Jane would lay side by side in the sun. If Poppy was elsewhere and she wanted to be in the sun, she'd just head out the doggie door and go straight to one of her special places and raise her face to the sky.

When was the last time you sat outside for a few minutes and raised your face to the sun? I rarely do, but now I'm determined to do it more.

Without her sight, Baby was forced to rely on her other senses. I know she loved the texture of the grass under her paws as much as she loved the sun on her face. Watching her reminded me that there is peace and joy to be found in the seemingly mundane. Do you walk barefoot in the grass, feeling the silkiness of the grass and the energy of the earth? I rarely walk barefoot in the grass, but I will make a point to now.

Her sense of smell heightened and her taste changed. She had NEVER been one to get into my coffee, but after she went blind, if I dared to get up from our special chair, she was up on the side table drinking my coffee in a split second.

I LOVE coffee, but life takes off so fast in the morning that I RARELY even finish a cup and what little bit I end up drinking is usually cold with the exception of those first few sips. I take the time to prepare the perfect cappuccino or latte, froth the milk to the perfect temperature and texture, (it's a ritual) yet don't take the time to enjoy it. BABSY enjoyed it though:):)

I'm going to take the time to drink my entire HOT cup of coffee while sitting with Boomer and Poppy Jane.

We've lost four furry angels now, Baxter, Bella, Blossom and Babsy. Three of them in the past 15 months. I guess that was inevitable, as they were close in age. Life is so short, and our time with them is even shorter. We MUST remember that in our busy hectic days.

Within a few weeks of losing her sight, she was navigating the stairs to our second story. She would rub her chin from side to side along every next step before stepping up until she reached the top. I'd run upstairs for something, telling her I'd be right back, and by the time I was making my way back, she was already there, or just reaching the top of the stairs. She was great at it until her last few weeks. She still climbed, but we would stay close enough to put a hand on her and reassure her we were there. I thought she was so BRAVE. I would never go up or especially down the stairs with my eyes closed. That is NOT one I will be trying!:)

She had always been very loving, but grew to love touch even more; always pressed tightly against me in the bed or our big leather chair, or sitting against my leg in the kitchen.

Touch feels different when your eyes are closed.

Close your eyes, and gently run your fingernails up the inside of your arm from wrist to upper arm. It feels divine. I often do this to reset my nervous system when I'm feeling anxious or really stressed. It doesn't have the same effect with eyes open.

I want to honor her by slowing down a little. It's really hard for me to go slow. I even think fast:):):) I want to be better at enjoying the moment of "here" before I'm suddenly "there".

I'll be more appreciative of yummy smells, have slow coffee, touch those I love more, take a nap once in awhile, walk barefoot in the grass, raise my face to the warmth of the sun, AND, I will trust my intuition more. I will be brave and step out in faith more, trusting that the next step will be there.

I'll endeavor to do all of this with her CHILL demeanor, which means I'll have to remember to breathe a little deeper.

When we're stressed, and running on adrenaline we breathe shallow, and our bodies don't get enough oxygen. Then we wonder why we are tired and have brain fog!:):):) Sometimes we need more sleep, but sometimes, we just need to breathe better.

Animals really are our greatest teachers. They live in the moment, LOVE unconditionally, and quickly forget anything unpleasant.

Take time once in a while to just observe your furry friend if you have one, because we all need these reminders.

I can't imagine my life without dogs. I LOVE YOU BABSY, with all of my heart, and I love each and every one of you that is reading this.

LOVE really is the most important thing, don't you think? Love for our creator, our animals, humanity, and YES, LOVE FOR OURSELVES.

With LOVE comes grace, forgiveness, compassion and understanding. It's impossible to curate a Splendid Life without LOVE.

Until Next Time,

Kimberly