My Prince’s Gift: “Feel life fully.”

I continue to be amazed at Prince’s high interest in going for at least one r-i-d-e a day, given more and more he’s not sitting or standing up watching out the window as he has. L

ately, he’s been lying in my lap or on the seat. Yet he still hugely enjoys the outing. Even when cold, I open the window, at least a few inches. Prince tilts his nose up, sniffing up every experience he can. Combined with the waves of sadness I was feeling today, all of a sudden it struck me …

Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh … Prince is trying to remind me to experience ALL of life.

Too often we shut down, even the feelings we enjoy. We’re often afraid the feelings we enjoy aren’t going to last, so we don’t surrender to them. Or we follow the path of “immediate gratification” in feelings, when IF WE were in touch with our feelings, we’d see something was a passing fancy or short-term satisfaction or thrill.

Great example for me is sugar …. mmmm, just thinking of it I get a rush. YET when I touch a bit further into myself, I sense that while I would enjoy the sugar rush, my body would really rather appreciate not indulging as after the sugar rush wears off, I feel worse.

If I emulate Prince sniffing in all he can and then sitting with it, savoring and sorting through what is passing through me … then I can get to my truth.

Today, one truth was I was beyond frustrated with the dryer situation as I had spent a lot of time making sure the service call would go smoothly. LOL .. in spite of best intentions, it didn’t. A few hours and a dozen phone calls later … a check is being expedited for the cost of the machine. In the meantime, I broke down on a number of the calls as I just wanted to get my dryer fixed so I could give Prince his “happy time” nesting in a comforter in the laundry room with the dryer going.

Some people may be uncomfortable hearing that I cried. They may feel powerless; wishing they could be something or more. Perhaps it evokes in them how they feel when they want to cry. Likely it makes most of us feel vulnerable.

What was a wonderful gift was in each situation, the person I was speaking to had lost an animal they loved, and they got to share their own stories. It was a wonderful way to connect with people. Two of the representatives even commented on how they enjoyed the opportunity to connect. Their words, not mine. I was watching the movie “Sex and the City”. It’s a recommended movie for both females and males; it’s all about relationships of all levels. In one scene, the main female characters are talking about “sex”. Yet because there’s a young child around, they use the concept of “coloring” in lieu of using the term “sex”.

The character of “Samantha” talks about how she uses the whole box of colors. I LOVED that concept in terms of “Feel life fully”.

I want to experience the whole box of colors, when it comes to life. Even if that means feeling deep sadness over the loss of a loved one; or risking the joys of surrendering to a deep connection. At least I know I will have lived life fully, instead of tip-toeing on the edges or perhaps shoving my way through it.

So, WOW … after reading to a friend, I realized that I translated “Feel life fully” to “live life fully”. Hmmmmmm, perhaps that’s the key. As someone is saying in my ear as I type this, “to life live fully, you have to feel life fully”. For Prince and from Prince, I hearby declare I will now “live life fully”. Anyone want to join me? <3 <3

My Prince’s Gift: “All in right timing.”

This is a philosophy I’ve lived with for many years. Inevitably, as these things go, MUCH easier to put into practice and/or live when things aren’t as important as what’s going on with Prince.

I had a lot to get done the past couple of days; yet Prince is wanting more and more of mommy’s time. Just to let him lay against me and to touch him. I think he’s reminding me to take a deep breath, and to slow down. I’ve been someone who has “races” since an infant. Much to my parent’s dismay, I was running at age 9 months.

When Prince comes over to me, looks at me with those eyes, or whines to get my attention, I sometimes try to brush him off if I’m in the midst of something. Lately, very quickly and because I have the luxury of being at home during this time; I stop to spend time with Prince and/or Blaze or Missy or Celt or Bellissimo, our cockatiel.

I’m also wrestling with the concept of how little Prince is eating some days, given he used to be a boy who would get into EVERYTHING remotely edible. You’ll see in the picture in this gallery just how skinny he is, with very little muscle mass. I worry that maybe it’s time for him to transition. Frankly, I check in with that concept a few times each day.

After a lengthy discussion with our fabulous holistic vet, Dr. (Philip) Skip Hightman, it’s clear I’ll know when it’s time for both of my boys. Just as I knew for Tuna in April and Tiffany in July. I am so overly conscientious of my kids not suffering that often Doc has to remind me not to make the decision too soon.

I am in the midst of LOTS of huge changes in my life. Sometimes I’m wondering “why hasn’t ‘x’ happened yet” or “when will ‘x’ happen”. All of this keeps me out of living the present. Today my life is taking care of daily tasks and enjoying time with Prince and Blaze. It’s impossible with Prince’s requests for mommy time, then Blaze’s request for mommy time as well as the other kids ….to not be living in the moment.

My fervent wish is that when both my boys pass; I won’t fall into old habits again which don’t serve me and how I’d like to LIVE life. Well, “Velcro boy” has gone outside so “in right timing” (hehehehe) .. time for mommy to take a break as well. Then we can return to being glued to each other. <3 <3

My Prince’s Gift: “Clarity supports connection.”

In the photo with the caption, it’s clear that Prince is where he wants to be, at that time. In fact, hours later, he’s still on the comforter yet I dragged it on “this” side of the gate so it could be closed as it makes it easier for Blaze not to get lost when moving around at night.

I had someone ask me today what I wanted in a particular situation. What was interesting is that this person had no clarity for themselves of what they wanted. Hence, the conversation started with this person saying that they wanted “xyz” which wasn’t anything really about them; their comments were more about me. When I didn’t respond in a fashion this person wanted, over time what they said they wanted was in complete contrast to what they initially said, mere minutes beforehand.

It was all quite perplexing and confusing until I got some space between the conversation and time to think. Then it struck me .. this person wanted me to tell them what I wanted, so they could adapt what they wanted to what I said. Thus, giving away all of their personal power.

We all do this. Inevitably what happens over time is that then when things don’t go the way we want, we can disclaim any responsibility … if we CHOSE what the other person said they wanted. Thus, we reaffirm that we are the victim, powerless over what happened.

I’ve observed in myself and others that often we know exactly what we want .. such as, who has gone out when they wanted to stay home? I’m sure I’m not the only one. We didn’t want to engage the discussion around, “I’m really in the mood to stay home; and I know you want to go out.” What happens as a result? We ended in confusion, arguments; we often shut down.

When asked a difficult question, how many people answer with “I don’t know” when their truth is known to them, yet they want to avoid conflict? Here’s my favorite example I’ve observed .. husband is not coming home on time. So, he either doesn’t say so or lies about when he’s leaving. Shows up a few hours later than expected, and a fight ensues. More often than not, the focus is now on the reaction to the unexpected arrival hours later.

I’ve heard countless times from people, “I didn’t want to deal with the response so I just lied or avoided the topic”. What happens? The reaction or response is exponentially greater than if we had merely provided the known truth. Of course, there are times such as might involve physical safety, when sharing our known truth is not the best idea at the time. Yet, those times, for most, are few and far between.

Prince has given me amazing lessons in clarity; with the end result often physical. He is QUITE clear when he doesn’t want something to eat .. he turns his head away, puts it down, etc. It’s the time when I push, that I’ve gotten bitten. In fact, my latest bite has turned into an open sore … such a wonderfully tangible reminder of how important clarity is .. and then respecting the clarity of another.

All of this begs an interesting question … when another being provides clarity, why do we not accept it? It is possibly because most of us have become so accustomed to living in a world filled with ambiguity and “fuzzy answers” that we don’t recognize clarity when it’s provided? Or, perhaps we don’t believe the other being is clear on what they want. Or, perhaps we just don’t want to accept their truth.

All of this starts internally with OURSELVES. We can’t provide clarity to another until we know what our own truth is.

What does it take for us to see the truth for ourselves; then admit it to ourselves; then accept our own truth. Perhaps if we started there and started providing clarity to others, we could then begin to accept what others say as their truth, even when we think they aren’t seeing and/or saying their own truth. Even if we know they are lying, we accept what the other person says as truth, and then let them live with the consequences of their words and actions, versus taking on the responsibility for others.

I’m confident Prince has not lost any thought or sleep over my dominant hand index finger which has now been bit three times in a month or so. Another element of clarity is asking for clarification and/or reflecting back what you heard someone say. This might sound like, “I want to make sure I heard what you said in the way you meant it. I believe I heard you say you don’t want anything else to eat tonight. Did I hear that correctly? Was there something else you wanted me to hear?”

All of this can sound formal at first, yet there’s a simplicity and inherent power of clarity, and connecting around clarity. I love looking up definitions. In this case, clarity. I especially appreciate this language, “…. freedom from indistinctness or ambiguity.”

WOW …. so having clarity might give us authentic freedom. Let that sink in a bit. Prince’s clarity for the night so far is at 12:37 a.m. he does NOT want to be in bed with me. I am resisting the urge to go check on him. He did eat tonight a bit of hamburger and bacon bits; he hasn’t vomited it up. Yet, he’s beginning to drool more and more.

I feel like a helicopter mom, wanting to keep checking on him. Yet, because I respect him as a living being, I’m going to trust he is making his own choices. When or if he’s ready tonight, he’ll come to bed.

In the meantime, my truth is that I am scared and sad when he’s not coming to bed with me. I get afraid something might happen, and I won’t be there to “save” the situation.

Those two truths, his and mine, seems inconsistent. They aren’t. We each have our own truth that can co-exist at the same time.

My choice is how I respond to what the situation is, and to how I’m feeling. I think I won’t stuff my feelings anymore tonight. So, I’m going to go listen to Kate Bush’s “Running Up That Hill” another dozen times or so; let myself cry. Then, maybe we’ll see if Prince comes to bed. If not, I may do a quick check in on him. In the meantime, Missy is here with me. <3 <3

My Prince’s Gift: “Pay attention to the details.”

I’m lucky in that I’m a person who usually pays equal attention to the details while looking at the bigger picture.

I’ve been so consumed in Prince of late, plus my own health issues or rather now feeling SO much better than I have for a year .. I missed that maybe Blaze had something going on that his urine was smelling soooooo rank, beyond strong. I am OVERLY attuned to my own body having a health issue for 24 years, and the same is true for watching my kids’ issues.

I remember thinking “hmmm, is that normal”; yet didn’t pay enough attention to my intuition to get it checked out. Turns out after Blaze peed on the blanket I was holding him in while he got a micro-current treatment today (as I think he may have had a stroke or seizure lately), Blaze peed. The smell was overwhelming which our lovely Vet Tech Velvet noticed immediately. So Blaze is now on a week of Baytril.

Usually a detail like that would not have missed my attention. It did. I’ve only knocked myself just a tiny bit that I wasn’t paying good enough attention. Mostly, it was a clear reminder to “pay attention to the details”. One of those is that the service guy is coming early Wednesday morning to look at my dryer which isn’t heating properly. That’s another detail that’s very important right now with how much laundry we’re going through with Blaze’s incontinence issues. Also, Prince loves hanging out in the laundry room as it’s warm.

So, off to bed this mommy goes. We must get the dryer fixed ASAP, mostly so Prince can have his nest he is enjoying so much.

Here’s a detail to keep in mind .. do you have a recent copy of each of your pet’s vet records so in an emergency you have proof of vaccination (so they don’t have to get vaccinated again) as well as any blood work or tests? I get copies from every visit, just for this reason. Came in handy lately with Prince when we ended up at the ER.

Go ahead … think of a few details you might normally forget or overlook and then get them taken care of. You’ll feel wonderfully accomplished, and happy. Enjoy. <3 <3

My Prince’s Gift: “Care for the caretakers.”

It can easily become all-consuming to care for those who have health issues. This, of course, applies whether it’s our beloved animals or people. I am somewhat fortunate in that I am home currently and have the advantage of being with my boys, both Prince and Blaze, as they transition. I did just come off a year-long flare of the auto-immune disease I was diagnosed with in 1990; hence, so I’m still building my own strength and stamina up. I often wonder how people do this with full-time jobs and children, etc.

The flip side of being home most of the time is that I am experiencing the ups and downs of what is happening, almost minute-to-minute with my boys. Yet even more so, I wonder how people handle this with children who are ill. That would be incredibly difficult; such as this is.

Both Celt, my Border Collie, who came from Louisiana following Katrina and Missy, my red girl who came from a puppy mill seizure in North Carolina in 2009 have not been getting an equal amount of attention. It can be easy to fall into the habit of thinking … “”well the boys will be dead soon, then the others can get more attention”. Yet I got reminded they need to be made to feel special as well.

When I was doing yoga, Celt came up like he used to and snuggled against me during the meditation part; plus we enjoyed our walks today. Missy sweetly take care of Blaze during the middle of the day when I needed him to be attended to, so I could get some things done. I made sure to give her extra kisses for that.

Prince continues to spend more time away from me … especially his “nesting” in the laundry room. I also hear him reminding me to take time for myself and the others. So today when running errands, I didn’t just rush out and rush home. I took some extra time to browse and just enjoy the freedom of time and space. I haven’t done much of that since my flare started end of 2011. It was enjoyable to just linger.

Here’s the challenge for each of us .. on every day .. “what are we doing to take care of ourselves”? Not just survive, more to feed our soul to thrive? Is it taking 10 seconds to pause watching the sky change? To thank a cashier using their first name, easily seen on their name tag? To ask the customer service rep on the phone how their day is going? To take long slow deep life-affirming breaths.

All of these feeds others; and since we are all connected, feeds us.

Prince says in addition to getting his almost daily r-i-d-e, he’ll try to do more toy playing tomorrow to feed his soul, and mine. What will you do? <3 <3

My Prince’s Gift: “Get out and enjoy life.”

I’ve been trying to figure out what Prince’s obsession with r-i-d-es has been, the last few days. He’s always enjoyed them, yet now he’s almost crest-fallen if we don’t go at least once every day.

Today it hit me … I kept hearing some message about “get out … ” and then voila, it all sunk in … “Get out and enjoy life”.

Even something seemingly small such as a ride can change ones entire outlook. Having just spent almost a year in a flare with the auto-immune disease I have which was diagnosed about 24 years ago (www.SolveCFS.org), sometimes it can be tough to have a positive perspective.

I often think of Viktor Frankl of “Man’s Search for Meaning”. He realized while being held in a camp in Germany during WW2 that we can all find meaning in anything, and that no one can take away our CHOICE at how we look at situations in life. Pretty amazing given his life story.

As I wrote about yesterday, I’m finding it increasingly difficult to watch as Prince changes from the once-vibrant boy he’s been for the 7 or so years I’ve known him. He still barks, still howls, still is animated … yet it’s obvious he’s beginning to slip away. The amazing thing is that he has lived weeks past when I and his vet thought he would, and I believe past when some would have thought as well. With how little he’s eating, he’s still quite active.

He’s totally committed to making sure I get as many “gifts” or “lessons” as he can convey. So for your sake or for loved ones, and in honor of My Prince’s Gift .. “Get out and enjoy life”. NOW, and all day long. <3 <3

My Prince’s Gift: “Rest: sometimes what we best need is to recharge.”

More and more, Prince is either plastered to my side nudging me to pet him or touch him OR he’s nesting away from me. I’m now keeping a comforter on the floor in the laundry room where he retreats to. The brown or tan elements you see on him in the first photo in his “Prince cave” are food crumbs. I’m often feeding him there, or bringing him food wherever he is. I keep joking with Karen that I feel like a stereotypical “Italian mom” .. saying “mangia mangia” … eat eat.

Sometimes he looks at me and it’s clear he’s saying, “Can’t a boy just rest, mom?” I’ve heard the term “helicopter mom”; I’m beginning to feel like I embody that as well. I’ve often used the term “take the thermometer out of my a**” syndrome when someone keeps taking the temperature of what’s going on.

Realizing Prince is beginning to slip away more and more, it’s difficult not wanting to soak up every single morsel of time with him. I’ve also always been an active person, even internally and even when my auto-immune disease I’ve had for 24 years is keeping my body “down”.

Prince is teaching me and I’m finally getting the lesson after decades of trying to just “rest”. Rest is a needed part of keeping ourselves in balance.

I can lose the internal judgments about doing so; as well as the concern that people might be judging. I’ve never had a fear of death, at all. I’ve had cores beliefs that we all have an agreement with God/the Universe with when we transition from physical body. I also believe when we transition from physical body, our soul energy is felt by those we’ve left behind. I mean … I can’t tell you how many times I’ve felt like some of my beloved cats just walked into a room .. yet they had died. I used to feel my brother a lot after he died in 1992 at the age of 27; and my dad who died in 2003.

A concept I’ve been struggling with as it triggers my own fears is watching the progress of a being as they slowly slip away and their body starts to decline. In twenty-four years of having been diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Immune Dysfunction Syndrome (www.SolveCFS.org), my physical activity has been affected although I’ve only had a couple of small flares and JUST came off a year-long flare. When I have “bad” health days and certainly having just had a year of being mostly homebound, I worry … “is this the time I won’t recover” … “if I don’t recover, who would ever want to be with me or in my life” …. “what if I never recover and I end up all alone as I see so many people are” …..

Walking with Prince and Blaze through their journeys (although Prince’s is more poignant due to his age) gives me a chance to face my own fears head-on and build my trust in the Universe more. Yet another gift from my boy Prince. <3 <3

My Prince’s Gift: “Respect, like love, is an action word.”

I made an agreement with Prince when this all started that I would respect and honor his choices.

I’m fortunate in that he and I are so connected, I easily “hear” what Prince is saying to me. When I’m not listening, he finds other ways to let me know what he wants, or doesn’t. Such as when he wants to sleep between the comforter and blanket, he’ll tip his nose up versus going under the comforter to be next to me. I’m also fortunate in that I have friends who can also communicate with Prince, and provide verification of what I am hearing.

Weeks ago Prince made it clear that he did NOT want Sub-Q fluids once or twice a day, Sub-Q pain shot up to three times a day, or any medications as he stopped eating if I gave him the meds. I had them made into a liquid yet he also has refused that. I made the decision not to force anything as I have to muzzle him for the Sub-Q fluids and pain shot. One night, he was like a child is at the doctor’s office … he was almost hysterical. I took the muzzle off, and like a child who had a bad experience at the doctor’s office, when Prince collapsed in my lap, it was almost as if he was a child who had a bad “shot” experience and was sobbing. Eventually he fell asleep across my lap, exhausted. I sat there for a long time, until my legs were almost numb.

It’s one thing to say we’ll respect someone else’s wishes, especially in this type of circumstance … he’s dying. It’s another to know if he’d at least take the pain meds, he’d feel better. My Prince will still be dying, yet in somewhat more comfort. Although as I type this, does that concept really exist, or to what degree … “more comfort”. I know with the auto-immune disease I’ve had for 24 years (www.SolveCFS.com); I have odd reactions to medications and many pain meds either don’t work, or they make me sick. So when I had Shingles for three months; I barely took any medications as nothing was really working, and most made me sick.

How is this any different for Prince? The difference is I have to watch and be “present” to his discomfort. I want to DO SOMETHING … I feel powerless at times. I fool myself that if I could take action on something, I would feel better and so would Prince. Alas, here’s the paradox …. by doing what I am, RESPECTING his food choices, his requests for r-i-d-es, etc. I am “taking action” as “respect, like love, is an action word.”

I trust when the time is right for him to transition from physical body to spirit form only, I will know when the time is right, if he does not pass naturally such as in his sleep. In the meantime, Prince lets me know daily it’s not yet time as he continues to bark, howl, want rides and some walks, bites mommy, snuggles, and goes out to enjoy the sunshine on his still living body.

When all is said and done, what makes him happiest? Lying plastered against mommy or on mommy or across mommy, and me holding him or touching him or lightly and slowly stroking him. That is action I happily do as much as I can. <3 <3

My Prince’s Gift: “Make a choice; you can always make another choice.”

I made the choice to let Prince make his own choices about his path with his stomach cancer. He’s a boy with a serious behavioral issue, biting, which we haven’t had to deal with in some time. The choices he’s made already are: no Sub-q fluids, no Sub-Q pain meds, no pill pain meds.

I made a “mom decision” and had the meds compounded into a liquid which smells good yet isn’t so tasty as most of the meds are bitter; and there’s just no way of disguising that. Ideally, he’d get it twice a day; in reality, he gets it maybe one time every day or so.

Prince also has choice over what he eats. It’s interesting to see how he gives me clarity on what he does or doesn’t want. This is a boy, who previously to his stomach cancer, ate EVERTHING. One time he even ate a piece of glass from a lamp which had broken, and he wouldn’t give mommy the piece he got. I love clarity.

Prince chooses if he walks, where he walks; if mommy carries him on the walk. Prince LOVES w-a-l-ks. When my Tuna got sick in early 2013, the Dachshunds started going on a shorter walk. I let Prince choose our route each day; he loved choice.

What I enjoyed about our agreement is that he asked for choice; and he actually made the choice. Too often, people say they want choice yet are too afraid to make a choice. Amusingly, “no choice” is a choice by default; yet people used to not making an active choice to fool themselves into believing they haven’t made a choice. They have.

Unless Prince drops dead, or dies in his sleep, at some point, I will need to make the choice with him when it’s time for him to transition. I’ve talked with our holistic vet, Dr. (Philip) Skip Hightman as I want to make sure Prince doesn’t need to have a muzzle on at all, if I have to make the choice to euthanize him.

What I do know is I won’t be alone when if I have to make this choice. One lesson I’m learning daily is that is I can choose how I respond during each day as things evolve with Prince and Blaze each day. I’ve found myself feeling sad or scared when Prince doesn’t eat, or doesn’t walk, or doesn’t .. do something which used to be normal for us. Or when Blaze seems weaker, etc. I

choose to believe that neither of my boys would like me to spend my day of much or any day upset based on them. By training or choosing what I put my thoughts on, I can choose trust, faith, and acceptance that “things are happening just as they are supposed to”, and look for the gifts both of my boys, Prince and Blaze, are offering their mommy as well as any readers here. <3 <3

My Prince’s Gift: “Embrace the quiet.”

I’ve been of the higher energy, active ilk most of my life. I was running at age nine months even.

Quiet has not been my “friend” much of my life; I’m learning how to be friends with it now. Another gift from Prince since I’ve never made peace with quiet, even when I was ill. I fought it so much. I looked up the word up tonight. My favorite definitions: 9. motionless or moving very gently: quiet waters; 10. free from disturbing thoughts, emotions, etc.; mentally peaceful: a quiet conscience.

Quiet has scared me in the past, as often it could mean “the other shoe would drop”. I have only a couple of people, maybe three, on this planet who I am comfortable with just being quiet, together. I’ve had some lovely naps in my home office with all of my kids, late afternoon, early evening, light music playing. I’m learning how to feel safe internally when it’s quiet.

Prince has always been an active boy; in many ways, a stereotypical “boy” … loud (barking), busy (follows me everywhere), gets into things (for gosh sakes, he’s eaten glass that broken), etc. The past couple of months he’s become less active. I feel scared about that; not comforted. He spent the better part of today in or on the comforters in the laundry room. He didn’t want breakfast, eventually he ate it hours later.

When he’s on a “feed him every 1 1/2 to every 2 1/2 hours”, I feel scared when he doesn’t want a meal. It reminds me that he has cancer; he’s dying. I think some days I’m in denial around it. If I just keep myself busy enough.

Blessedly, my health issue has returned to a large degree so I’m trapped on the couch or in bed, with just my thoughts to keep my company. In the meantime, a friend lost her beloved husband to cancer today. Another new friend found out that the mother of his deceased girlfriend has brain cancer; and as he said it, is in “Prince’s situation”. Having lost both his own mother and sister to cancer, I imagine a lot is coming up for him. He was off to get a funny movie. My brother died when he was 27; I was 31. Yet I lived across the country and in 1992, without cell phone, we weren’t in regular contact so the impact of his death wasn’t as hard on me as losing my beloved pets over the past thirty years as an adult.

I don’t want to bury my feelings when I’m feeling sad or scared or overwhelmed. I keep hoping Prince will just drop dead doing something he loves … w-a-l-k-ing, or barking at the yard men, or playing with a toy, etc.

The alternative is the path many before me have taken, and many others will … watching the one they love wasting away. In my case, I may be forced with making a decision on both Prince’s and Blaze’s behalf, and sometime in the next few weeks.

I’ll share again one of my favorite teachings which reminds me that the strongest place is right where I am, no matter what I’m feeling: http://thesunmagazine.org/archives/1233. The man who was interviewed for this article himself died of cancer. On page four, I love what he says: “There are people who would try to bring nonviolence into the world, even though they can’t approach their own loneliness with complete nonviolence. How could they deal with somebody else in a nonviolent way? To know nonviolence means that you have no enemies inside yourself; that your loneliness, your grief, your anger are not your enemies.”

So, Prince reminds me today to “Embrace my quiet”. Thank you, my boy, my Prince. <3 <3