|Madonna and Child with Gold Leaf Accents|
My dog Maizey was the Creme Fraiche in my life. She was the Gold Leaf that made my day sparkle. She filled an empty spot I didn't know existed. Always there, willing to take as much or as little attention as I could give at any moment. She was my transition dog, escorting me through loss and change and discoveries that life presented over the five years she was with me. She was a bridge between my head and my heart, showing me things about myself I hadn't known and her death taught me things I was not capable of knowing any other way.
|Maizey's Tea Party|
I prayed for St. Frances to intervene when Maizey first started getting sick. Without St. Frances's help I wouldn't have had the chance to return her steadfast dedication and give her every chance to survive. Some days the helplessness overwhelmed me. Other days I learned to just be present with her, knowing the end wasn't far away. I had hoped I could control the path we were on but she showed me it was a waste of our time together and what mattered was the "how" and not the "what".
Now I see that the most important thing I learned from Maizey was to never again be satisfied with the inside of the box. She took a series of unrelated events and wove a circuitous route of eight months of random illness into something that finally made sense in the end. Only afterwards did I understand how the limits of my own brain kept me from seeing all of the possibilities and I learned I would never be able to see things in only a logical sequential way again. Like the surface of Gold Leaf that casts a different light on what is underneath, Maizey showed me that there is more...she set off my life in a way I didn't know I needed. She filled a hole I didn't know needed filling. She let the golden light loose. Like Gold Leaf, she made everything look brighter and more beautiful than ever before.