Catherine M Terzian shares Lucy’s Miracle

Sweetie Pie & Lucy storyLUCY’S MIRACLE

On Feb. 27th 2013,  I let my black 7-year-old cat out, like I usually do in the morning. It was unusual, she wasn’t back at the house, when I was ready to leave for work at noon.

I thought, she’ll be here waiting for me when I come home from work. That night, however, no Lucy.

Now it was early morning Feb 28th and the sun was up. Still no Lucy.

I had slept restlessly all night; the house felt so empty without her presence. I began to really worry; it wasn’t like her to be gone 24 hours.

I called my son Chuck. I told him my concerns about Lucy being gone this long.  I sensed something was terribly wrong. Chuck and Kimi (his partner) started creating posters which  we planned to put up that day.

In the meantime, I called my friend Al. I told him about Lucy being missing for almost 2 days by now. My anxiety and tears were taking over my body.

Al often sees things with his inner vision.

He asked me, if I wanted him to ask his “Sweetie Pie his cat, who passed away last August to come, be with Lucy… maybe try to help her.

I said “Yes anything, I feel she is so alone wherever she is!

A couple of hours later, Al called me.

He told me, at first he saw Lucy on a dark street… that she looked confused and disoriented. Then, he saw his Sweetie Pie.  Awhile later, she was sitting next to Lucy. Lucy looked calm and was just hanging out with her.

After hearing this, I was able to calm down enough to start dozing in my rocker.

Suddenly in a dream vision, I saw this black ball of fur running under my legs. It startled me awake. I knew she either crossed over to the other side or she was coming home.

I called to my little cat and told her I loved her.Lucy under the Xmas tree

Second night without her, I cried myself to sleep but also with some hope. I also asked the Holy Spirit to help her.

The next morning, while standing by my sink, I turned around and in walked my Lucy!

She was limping and walking slowly.

I picked her up crying:   “Lucy you have come home!

I held her, briefly, but she seemed a little withdrawn.

I fed her a can of fancy feast which she gobbled down.

Then I saw her stomach. I gasped! There were 3 gaping wounds in her stomach.

I called the Vet,  & my son. Soon, we were in Dr Gopal’s office.

He took one look at her wounds and stated in his authoritative voice:

  “This is bad; did she eat?”

I told him she had eaten the whole can.

Consider yourself lucky, because if she didn’t eat, that means the infection would be systemic and it would have gone through her system.”

He added: “Most cats when they have wounds like these would just go into hiding and just give up. It is amazing she was able to get home with these injuries!”

Several hours later, I brought Lucy home with a drainage tube hanging out of her belly. My daughter Holly with granddaughter Melody helped me get the dog crate ready with a Martha Steward bed inside.

Lucy had to be confined for 3 weeks except to use her litter box so as not to rip open the many stitches. I gave her antibiotics and cared for her in the most careful way.

I thanked Al, my family, the Holy Spirit, and Sweetie Pie for their help bringing her home.

Lucy is now an indoor cat and she seems to be an even more loving cat.

Strange as it sounds,  when Al and his wife Peggy came to my home a month later,  Lucy jumped up onto their lap.  And seem to be purring,  as if to say:

 “Thank you for asking angel cat, Sweetie Pie, to help me find my way home.

Catherine M Terzian  St. Petersburg, Fl 33709

BIO: Catherine volunteers at SPCA bringing pet banks back to the shelter. She also signs petitions

with Humane legal defense fund to help create better laws for animal protection.

Photo:  Angel cat Sweetie Pie with Peggy top left

Photo:  Lucy under the Christmas tree  mid page on the right.

Invocation with Colin Hall visuals

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Across the river, and through the glen,  

there are places ,we have always been. 

Where your thoughts are safe

and your dreams come true.

I am heading there….
May I ask you
To join me there?

Across the river, 

through the glen.

to places where993748_515  CH 1235

our love has always been.

Blessings to you

and yours as you

celebrate the joy

of life for another day. 

 

Invocation  with Colin Hall visuals

Oh, it is hard to be a nudist at 49 below…

Canal Street, New Orleans. the 1895 snow. Men ...

Canal Street, New Orleans, 1895

Oh, it is hard to be a nudist at 49 below…

#granniegram sang

Oh it is hard to be a nudist at 49 below…

It is so slippery

and icy everywhere you go.

The “feets” they do get frozen first…

that is such a drag.

My lashes are stuck together.

I look like a hag. 

My ears have turned to crystal

and my hands are turning blue

My nose is like a beacon…

bright, bright red its hue. 

My fingers are all hurting,

warmth is all I lack.

I am going to have quit being a nudist…

I want my clothing back!

Bonhomme's ice castle

 

#cougarJoey sang

Oh, it is hard to be a nudist at 49 below…

Your body is covered in goose bumps

You hair knows not which way to go.

The hair is rather sparse in places 

As you can plainly see

ice castle

There does not seem to as much of it

As there is of me.

Those way down in Florida

Of course, will never know

The joy of squatting in nature

When there is 12 feet of snow.

When the wind howls out of the north

And ice pellets are biting your skin

And you are standing there in your birthday suit

It is a helluva place to be in.

Lake Louise Ice Castle

 

#grampageorge sang

My feet are blue

My fingers stiff

It is hard to fill my pipe

I filled it up a month ago.

But it is too cold to light.

My ears have turned to crystal

and my hands are turning blue

My nose is like a beacon…

bright bright red its true. 

My fingers are all hurting,

warmth is all I lack

I am going to have quit being a nudist…

I want my clothing back. 

Blue ice

A healing day in the mountains…Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada

A day in the mountainsMy whole world was in chaos. Both my parents died within 60 days of each other.  It was the second long weekend since.  I felt lost.  I was a drunk – in recovery – so I called my sponsor.  He said he had some errands to do…did I want to tag along.  I jumped at the chance.  

Anything to get away from the terror raging inside me.

He was a hobby photographer and always needing extra gas so he could go to the mountains to take his photos.   I suggested while we were doing the errands that we go for coffee….to Jasper National Park.

Road trips when you live in the  northern part of Alberta are a common thing.  So I made a couple of phone calls to folks who would miss me for dinner and off we went.

That was the first day I held a camera to use myself.   I had assisted many photographers on shoots as I am always wanting to learn.

We went to the mountains.  We were  gone for almost three days and I had held four cameras throughout the trip.

The photo is one of my favorites from that day.

Hayley King guest author “Nina “(with review by Vernita Welch)

Vernita Welch This is something my friend Hayley King wrote. I cried and probably will every time I read it again. It’s unbelievably beautiful. It expresses how many of us feel and yet are not able to express – thank you Hayley xx

To My Darling Nina. 9 years ago, when I walked into that SPCA to meet you, I couldn’t have imagined that you would completely change my life.

You were just a tiny little puppy abandoned and found walking on the street. Sitting in that cage you were dwarfed by the cold cement and wire that surrounded you.
But when you were brought out to meet us, you wagged your little bum and in an instant you stole my heart forever.
Not because you were beautiful. Not because you were a pedigree. Nor because you were the cutest puppy that I had ever seen.
But because you looked into my soul and showed me the truth. All you wanted was to be part of a family.
You wanted someone to show you love for the first time in the 10 weeks you had been on this earth. You didn’t want to die in this cold lonely place. You wanted to live and play and enjoy the sunshine in your very own garden with brothers and sisters to share it with.
You loved me in an instant. Trusted me completely. Gave me the gift of unconditional faithfulness from the very first moment until forever. The stark reality of your situation punched me in the gut and took my ability to breathe away.

Your life was measured in hours. How could this be the truth? 

We walked around the cages that day looking at all the abandoned souls. I had never done this before. (I had) Never seen the stark reality of what my small donations were going towards for so many years (nor) the absolute desperation of the situation. Totally unaware of what human stupidity, cruelty, arrogance and utter lack of empathy was doing to the innocent lives that landed up here.

This place their last hope. The pleading eyes begging for mercy. The agonising cries. Paws scratching at the cages desperate for some human interaction and to be saved from their plight, so confused and afraid by the prison they find themselves trapped in. This depressing miserable place very likely the last thing they will ever see. For most death row. Each step felt like quicksand.
At one cage was a Staffie, leaning up against the bars. Head downcast. Her entire body defeated. Her spirit crushed. We stroked her through the mesh hoping that we could give her some comfort. She lifted her eyes and looked at us only briefly and her eyes were the most wretched things I have ever seen. She stared at us and leaned even harder into the wire pushing her body against our fingers. To this day her eyes haunt me.
She was an abandoned and forgotten soul. The pain she was feeling was palpable. Every single part of her screamed pain and betrayal. We could only adopt one dog at that time. We were renting and had a tiny garden just big enough for your sister and you. I had already given my heart to you. Promised you that you were safe. That you were coming home with us.
We couldn’t take her. We had to drag ourselves away. Tears poured down our cheeks. We kept looking back at her wishing that we could do something but totally unable to change her plight. I have never felt so much agony, pain or misery in my life. We will never know what happened to that Staffie or to any of the other dogs who were there that day. But it was the most profound experience of my life. Not only did I find my soul dog. The most beautiful loving kind gentle furry angel on this planet, but I found myself. In all that desolation, I found the truth.
The stark gaping open truth. The one that most people are so unaware of. The one that most people don’t want to know about. My blinkers were taken off. My rose-tinted glasses tossed aside. And the facts hit me in the face like a wrecking ball.
I understood heartache. Suffering. Pain that never leaves. Passion. And love.
A deep abiding love that drives you every single day to somehow make a difference. And I found all of this in the eyes of a little abandoned nondescript puppy with a head too big for her body, wire hair and absolutely no definitive breed in there anywhere.
Her love has made me a better person than anything else in this world ever has. The lessons she has taught me are some of the greatest I will ever learn. Her unconditional love and friendship is the most precious priceless gift I have ever been given. Thank you for changing my life Nina.
To me, you represent all of the dogs who were thrown away, abandoned and betrayed. When I hold you, somehow it makes the agony less. It feels like again I am stroking that Staffie and showing her the love she so deserved. You remind me how important it is to never stop fighting because knowing that you can make a difference, even if it is only in the life of 1 or 2 is what matters.
And most importantly, when there are bad days or good days, no matter what, you smile, you nibble my toes, you lick my nose and you snuggle in my arms every night comforting me and for that I am forever grateful. I am so blessed. Happy Birthday baby girl. I love you forever and always xxxxx
Photo: To My Darling Nina.</p><br /><br />
<p>9 years ago, when I walked into that SPCA to meet you, I couldn’t have imagined that you would completely change my life. You were just a tiny little puppy abandoned and found walking on the street. Sitting in that cage you were dwarfed by the cold cement and wire that surrounded you. But when you were brought out to meet us, you wagged your little bum and in an instant you stole my heart forever. Not because you were beautiful. Not because you were a pedigree. Nor because you were the cutest puppy that I had ever seen. But because you looked into my soul and showed me the truth. All you wanted was to be part of a family. You wanted someone to show you love for the first time in the 10 weeks you had been on this earth. You didn’t want to die in this cold lonely place. You wanted to live and play and enjoy the sunshine in your very own garden with brothers and sisters to share it with. You loved me in an instant. Trusted me completely. Gave me the gift of unconditional faithfulness from the very first moment until forever.   The stark reality of your situation punched me in the gut and took my ability to breathe away. Your life was measured in hours. How could this be the truth? </p><br /><br />
<p>We walked around the cages that day looking at all the abandoned souls. I had never done this before. Never seen the stark reality of what my small donations were going towards for so many years. The absolute desperation of the situation. Totally unaware of what human stupidity, cruelty, arrogance and utter lack of empathy was doing to the innocent lives that landed up here. This place their last hope. The pleading eyes begging for mercy. The agonising cries. Paws scratching at the cages desperate for some human interaction and to be saved from their plight, so confused and afraid by the prison they find themselves trapped in. This depressing miserable place very likely the last thing they will ever see. For most deathrow. Each step felt like quicksand. At one cage was a Staffie, leaning up against the bars. Head downcast. Her entire body defeated. Her spirit crushed. We stroked her through the mesh hoping that we could give her some comfort. She lifted her eyes and looked at us only briefly and her eyes were the most wretched things I have ever seen. She stared at us and leaned even harder into the wire pushing her body against our fingers. To this day her eyes haunt me. She was an abandoned and forgotten soul. The pain she was feeling was palpable. Every single part of her screamed pain and betrayal. We could only adopt one dog at that time. We were renting and had a tiny garden just big enough for your sister and you. I had already given my heart to you. Promised you that you were safe. That you were coming home with us. We couldn’t take her. We had to drag ourselves away. Tears poured down our cheeks. We kept looking back at her wishing that we could do something but totally unable to change her plight. I have never felt so much agony, pain or misery in my life. We will never know what happened to that Staffie or to any of the other dogs who were there that day. But it was the most profound experience of my life. Not only did I find my soul dog. The most beautiful loving kind gentle furry angel on this planet, but I found myself. In all that desolation, I found the truth. The stark gaping open truth. The one that most people are so unaware of. The one that most people don’t want to know about. My blinkers were taken off. My rose tinted glasses tossed aside. And the facts hit me in the face like a wrecking ball. I understood heartache. Suffering. Pain that never leaves. Passion. And love. A deep abiding love that drives you every single day to somehow make a difference. And I found all of this in the eyes of a little abandoned non-descript puppy with a head too big for her body, wire hair and absolutely no definitive breed in there anywhere. Her love has made me a better person than anything else in this world ever has. The lessons she has taught me are some of the greatest I will ever learn. Her unconditional love and friendship is the most precious priceless gift I have ever been given. Thank you for changing my life Nina. To me, you represent all of the dogs who were thrown away, abandoned and betrayed. When I hold you, somehow it makes the agony less. It feels like again I am stroking that Staffie and showing her the love she so deserved. You remind me how important it is to never stop fighting because knowing that you can make a difference, even if it is only in the life of 1 or 2 is what matters. And most importantly, when there are bad days or good days, no matter what, you smile, you nibble my toes, you lick my nose and you snuggle in my arms every night comforting me and for that I am forever grateful. I am so blessed. Happy Birthday baby girl. I love you forever and always xxxxx” src=”<a href=https://fbcdn-sphotos-e-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-prn2/p480x480/1375051_10151646329310877_254484283_n.jpg&#8221; width=”504″ height=”653″ />

Sharing – Dancers in the rainbow prisms on my window sill….from 21.12.12

Dancers in the rainbow prisms on my window

Dancers
DancersImage by gregory.ackland via Flickr
dancersImage by zoetnet via Flickr

Thank you for morning light

that dances through

the prism on my window sill.

Thank you for the long  night

of learning through

bending to your will.

The weather is -24 below C

 I have wonderful places to go.

With the travel on my keyboard

I can learn,  love,  listen , with one accord.

I love the cold of winter

 all that the isolation teaches.

The gathering of friends

around my fire

Which is ignited and burns brightly

when I heed my Creator’s desire.

I am learning so many things

about laughter and love.

I respect the lessons often delivered

in a steel fist covered by a velvet glove

I long to be the bamboo,

flexible, resilient, growing fast

However, I live in the land

of the solid, slow-growing study pine.

That I believe is one

of the reasons

I am learning online.

I love:

the rainbows

of the prisms ,

the rainbows

of the  people

dancing in my life

I am so appreciative

of the teachers

who keep smiling

through their strife.

After living in other countries back in my youth

I appreciate my freedoms here in Canada

I could search out my own truth.

I have clean running water.

Breath-able air, freedoms of choice

I am able to sit in the silence

of the isolation of winter

to hear your sweet voice.

Ballad to the drunken husband

Love-Lies-Bleeding, Tassel Flower (Amaranthus ...

Love-Lies-Bleeding, Tassel Flower (Amaranthus caudatus) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

My love for you

 

lays

bleeding on the cabin floor.

 

I have surrendered

it to you

 

for a century or more.

 

I have loved you

 

with a love divine.

 

But now

 

I have

awakened

 

To know

 

You have never

been mine.

 

The demon whiskey,

 

and the seducer rum

 

Stole you away from

me

 

in the setting sun.

 

My love for you

 

lays

bleeding on the cabin floor

 

Good bye my darling husband.

 

My life now serves me more.

 

English: A modern build of a squared log cabin...

English: A modern build of a squared log cabin. Logs were milled square for this build. It serves as guest quarters. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

Morning thunder

English: Intercloud lightnings over Toulouse (...

English: Intercloud lightnings over Toulouse (France) Français : Eclairs intra-nuageux sur Toulouse (France) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I remember those

bygone mornings

with thunder in my head

I could not remember

where I had been,

who I was with,

and for certain not what I had said.

I no longer dance

with demon rum,

nor his enticing friend whisky.

I can be myself with laughter

replacing the thunder mornings instead.

Now the thunder in my morning

Is a wondrous electrical storm.

I watch it out my window

whilst I stay safe and warm.

The thunder in my spirit dances now with glee

As I watch the Creator dancing in lightning across the sky.

Oh,  yes,  the thunder morning of a storm  truly beckons me !

 

English: Lightning 1882

English: Lightning 1882 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)