I hope I can keep this short.
Many years ago, I was bitten by a tick. Two days later a huge bull’s eye rash appeared on my waist. Antibiotic treatment went well but six months later I had crippling mono-articular arthritis, cardiac arrhythmia, and meningitis. Month after month, heading into years, treatments failed, alternative medicine failed, meditation, imagery, you name it didn’t change the “Lyme Symptoms.” I fell into a depression and there by my side in bed with me was my rottie Tazzie. What changed was I became aware that her existence revolved around me. She didn’t want to walk, play, do much other than stay by my side. Because of that, something changed in me. I like to think that my heart opened to gratitude, for the simplest of acts done by my dog, my best friend. My husband had been wonderful but there was something about Tazzie that got through to me, to my heart, and made me aware, that as long as I can accept the hand I’ve been dealt I can be okay with what is. Whatever that is. My depression lifted. That was many years ago. That dog, that beautiful friend and family member, gave me something no one has ever done, a deep sense of gratitude for what I have that is good, that I don’t resist. That helped lessen resistance for the things I’d rather not experience. That’s a biggie for me, to just be okay with whatever. I owe it to my girl Tazzie. Because of this and my passion for dogs I write and give all my profits to help rescue dogs from kill shelters. Because of this I promote my books and ask for reviews. I don’t like to do it. It makes me feel like a pushy sales person. I brave through that aspect and shamelessly put up my reviews as a thank you and try to express as best I can my gratitude for all of you out there helping to spread the energy that will help a dog. There are a lot of Tazzie’s out there waiting to be free. Free to love and give back. RIP my sweet Tazzie girl.
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