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Communication Brings Rewarding Life Lessons

Communication Life Lessons – Post #2

Hello! I’m so glad you’re here! It’s really chilly today so I invite you to grab a cup of something hot, pull up a chair, and join me for a visit.

If you’re new to the blog, you’ve joined us in the midst of a story about how simple communication and trusting God can teach us  transform our lives and teach us incredible life lessons.

I encourage you to read the first post in this series by simply click here.  It will make this post make more sense!

Ok, let’s get back to our story!!

Prayer Brings Communication

From last weeks post you know that two little hand written prayer requests found their way right back to the hand that wrote them. I thought I had been so sneaky in passing them off to the Prayer Team Members! Until they landed right back in my very own pile!

But as much as I dreaded praying for the two men that had shattered my heart, those prayers released the hurt and anger in me.

It left.

It was so odd.

The best way I can describe it, is like a vapor that simply vanished.

The hurt, the heartache, the anger, the resentment.

Gone.

And Then. . .

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Two months later my daughter calls and tells me her dad is coming to her new house for Thanksgiving.

WHAT?

My own issues came screaming back.

All I could think of was he hasn’t seen you since you were 17 and suddenly he wants to come for Thanksgiving dinner! You’ve got to be kidding me! Great! Here we go again. He’s going to come and hurt her and I will have to . . . well let’s just say . . . hurt him VERY Badly.

Thank Heaven’s I did not say any of that to her. But I sure was thinking it! And a lot more that is simply not appropriate to share here!

I was ready for the fight. Because even though Mika and her Dad were trying to heal their relationship, I was stuck in the past.

I did not want to ruin my daughter’s Thanksgiving because of my own stuff.

Luckily, my sister and her husband were already planning on going to my daughter’s for the holiday. Yesssss!  They could stand by her through this and we all agreed, well, everyone but Mika, that I should just stay away.

All was going as planned. They were all having a pleasant holiday . . . until my sister announced that she and my brother-in-law had to leave after dinner and drive on to Arizona to visit my brother-in-law’s family.

Reasonable enough.  It’s a holiday and my brother-in-law would like to see his family too.

But wait! That wasn’t part of our plan! I wanted them to hang out and give Mika support.

I over-reacted, threw some clothes in a bag, turned out horses, loaded up dogs, and jumped in my car. I made the nearly 4 hour drive to Cortez in less than 3.

I turned in her driveway, and . . . there he was.

The man I had hated for years.

Standing there like he was king of the world.

I waited for it. . . the anger . . . the resentment . . . the sick feeling . . . the hurt.

But it never came.

There was literally nothing.

It was like seeing a stranger that you knew nothing about.

Bland

Then I realized it.

God had played a sneaky on ME!  He had snuck in and made me pray for this man so I would be prepared for this very moment.

I was able to greet him and say my pleasantries unaffected by all the things he had done and said over the years.

I walked right on in the house and visited with my family before my sister and brother-in-law had to leave.  Had a very pleasant visit, and a wonderful Thanksgiving afternoon.

Later that night, Dean had to “make a beer run” and asked me to go with him.  Normally I would have found any excuse in the world to not go with him, but instead I agreed.  And I’m glad I did. It gave us a few minutes of privacy to have some very deep, difficult heart to heart communication about a lot of water that had passed under our bridge. He apologized for being a, well, I’ll clean it up some, a jerk, all those years.  And I was able to tell him that I thought he should have been involved in our daughter’s life over the years, and how badly it hurt ME when he didn’t come to her wedding.

I swallowed my pride and apologized for everything I did to contribute to our dysfunctional marriage, and the years of anger and resentment that followed.

It was one of the most healing 15 minutes of my life.

We were able to let go of years of destructive behavior and lay the foundation for moving forward.

An Important Life Lesson

From that day forward Dean and I have rebuilt a friendship. Not a close friendship, but a friendship non the less. And thankfully Mika no longer has to be the referee. That’s a blessing!

Healing your relationships, no matter how you are related is the most challenging, but also one of the most rewarding gifts you can give yourself. And the other person. I haven’t asked him this, but I think Dean would agree. It’s been very healing for both of us. And Mika.

BUT, this in not the end of the story!  There’s a great deal more as a matter of fact! And trust me, it’s going to get Very interesting in the next post!!

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Memorial to A Loved One

Tribute to A Loved One

It is with a heavy heart I write tonight.

We lost a treasured member of our family.

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Chili at 29 years old!

She came into our lives because of prayer and many miracles.

She was Mika’s horse for 8 years, but after Mika’s second year of college and a new horse, Chili adopted me.

If you’ve never been close to a horse you can’t grasp the depth of their love.

Their dedication to their loved ones.

Even their jealousy and depression.

Chili was dedicated to Mika. Had lifted her up when she was down, taught her things, and loved her. But when Mika got a new horse, Chili stopped coming into the barn and mopped around like a lost puppy. She slowly grew depressed and resentful towards Mika.

Out of pity I started walking out in the pasture to scratch her and love on her. It took me several months to gain her trust but eventually she decided I was ok and she would allow me to be her human.

From that point on she would follow me around like a dog. When I stopped she would almost push me over for attention. And without saying a word beg me to scratch or rub her.

And she enjoyed a good massage as much as you or I. Because of her troubled past she had knots in her neck muscles. She would press her neck against my chest and stand there. If I didn’t start rubbing she would put her head and neck over my shoulder and push down until I gave in and started rubbing.

I’ve had several amazing horses, but she was a one of a kind.

She would love on you till she almost knocked you down, but you always had to watch her because if you didn’t scratch her enough, or something didn’t sit just right, she would kick you.    Hard!

You could never ignore her that’s for sure!

Chili Was Our (First) Miracle Horse

She was a walking miracle.

And it took several miracles for her to walk into our lives.

She was flipped over backwards in a freak accident when she was three and shatter her withers. And a freak set of circumstances kept her alive.

When she lived through the initial accident, her owner at the time prayed over her every day for three years until she was healed.

Seven years later God brought her into our lives again through prayer and miracles.

Consequently she was a walking miracle in my opinion.

She was a tremendous competitor and an incredible teacher for my daughter. She taught her about being competitive, but also about collection, flexion, suppling, how to control every body part seperatly, or together, lead changes, rate of speed, showmanship, horsemanship, and animal husbandry like no other horse I had. She taught her about barrel racing, western pleasure, working cowhorse, and how a little horse could have a giant stride. A combination very few horses could do.

She was unique!

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Mika and Chili

Therapy Horse

And she was the best therapy I could buy.

When Mika had surgery after blowing both her ACLs in different basketball games I would come home from work and . . . no Mika on the couch, no Mika in her room, no Mika in the house.

She was at the barn. Laying on Chili with her knee in this huge, bulky, brace thing.

When Mika had surgery on her spine, as soon as she could move, guess where I found her. . .

Yep, on Chili.

They were best friends.

She was my daughter’s confidant.

And then she became mine.

She knew when I was having a bad day and would lean a little harder. Force me to stop thinking about whatever was eating at me, and scratch her. Love on her.

Her healing love was . . .

Unconditional

Tender

Innocent

Inspirational

Lasting

Life changing

She helped me look at adversity with new eyes.

She should never have accomplished what she did without any withers.

Oh, I almost forgot, and a broken coffin bone!

We didn’t even know she had that until she had something wrong with her foot and the vet took an x-ray that revealed that the tip of her coffin bone had been broken off long before.

But she was a trouper and we would never have known if something else hadn’t happened and we had not taken that x-ray.

And if you’re a “horsey” person and are thinking, “Well why didn’t she have a pre-purchase exam? They would have found the broken coffin bone.” Yes, but with the broken withers she would never have passed the vet check. No vet in the world would have passed her. So why waste the money. Or the vet’s time.

I saw her true value even though to the world she was considered, “damaged,” “crippled”, and of no value.

But to us she was priceless.

To me especially.

She taught me about life.

About going on and striving to do your best no matter what the circumstances.

No matter what “life” has thrown at you, keep going. Keep trying. Keep striving to be and do better.

That your true value is what’s inside.

What you can share with those around you.

How much courage you have to go on in the face of adversity.

And how to share love and joy no matter what.

She did that for me, Mika, and anyone that had the privilege of knowing her.

She was, and to me, still is, and inspiration. And I promised her I will finish her story. She is my inspiration.

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Kristi and Chili just before Chili decided to buck!

I love you Chili.

You took a piece of my heart with you.

Go with God sweet mare. I’ll see you on the other side!

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Are You In Need Of A Miracle?

A Miracle? Today? You bet!

I’m in need of them every day.

Who among us hasn’t asked for a miracle?

Have you?

Have you prayed for a miracle? Cried out to a known . . . or even an unknown God for one? Have you resorted to calling a physic? Totaled your numbers in numerology?

If you’re brave enough, I hope you’ll tell me about it in the comments section after reading this post.

All of these are us searching for help from outside ourselves. Something bigger than we are.

And this is Miracle Series Post #7

If you are new to this blog I would encourage you to follow these links and start at Miracle Series Post #1. Then read the others so this post will make better sense.  Here are links to the previous posts:

Post #1  How To Experience  Miracles in Your Life

Post #2  Who Wants Miracles In Their Life?

Post #3  What Happens When Miracles Don’t Look Pretty

Post #4  How Tragedy Can Create Miracles

Post #5  When Miracles Bring Transformation

 Post #6  What Do Miracles Look Like

Picking Up Where We Left Off

My last post brought you to March. We lost Rob, and my friend, Vicki, soon after. My misery paled in comparison to the gut wrenching heartache of people I now cared very deeply for. I started coming out of my emotional fog by praying for these two families.

It was about this time my daughter, Mika, gave me my, “comeuppance” .  She, not too delicately, told me my recent blog posts were a cop-out and I needed to be open and honest with what was going on in my life. She was right. I apologized in the post  Responsibility, I Let You Down.

In writing that post, I figured out why I had found every excuse in the world to not write anything. Looking at the truth was just too hard.

But after my miracle daughter re-opened my eyes, I started looking for God in the tiniest detail of every day. And I Found Him!

I found Him here, in the sunrise from my front door on a particularly difficult morning

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The Miracle Sunrise

And here, in the miracle of my amazing, loving family.

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My Miracle family at the first barrel race of the season – Moab in April 2014

Hidden in that photo, under Mika’s blue sweat shirt, is the miracle of my precious grand daughter. The tiny creature who kept me clinging to my sanity as I sloshed my way through this move and transition to a new life, in a new place, a new job, as I struggled to find new friends . . .

And the old me.

The me that was confident, strong, a fighter, a survivor, happy, and content.

The only photo I had of my inspiration looked like a peanut. So our tiny baby was Grandma’s “Peanut” for months. And I clung to the love of that child, my daughter, and son-in-love as I climbed out of my dark night of the soul. And no, love was not a miss-spelled word.

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My Little Peanut

Together they carried me through.

No, that’s not totally right.

Their love, grounded in my love and trust in God, and His son, Jesus, carried me through.

And “Peanut” was my lifeline.

She kept everything in perspective.

And the funny thing is, we all new she was a she, long before we “knew” she was a she.

Everyone.

It’s All In How You Look At It

Life presents us with choices. So many choices.

We always have a choice to look at things from the positive, or from the negative.

We have the choice to do what’s right, or what’s wrong.

We have the choice to look up and see the rainbow  –

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Miracles of a Double Rainbow!

Or keep our head down and miss beauty all around us.

Spring had officially arrived and just like the grass, the trees, the flowers, and my new grand baby, I made the choice to come back to life.

Are You In Need Of A Miracle Today?

Have you ever suffered through a difficult time?

If so, I hope you will share your thoughts and how you coped in the “Comments section” below.  Your story may be just what someone reading this needs to hear.

And if you would like prayer, you can always contact  me personally through the website email.

Thank you faithful readers for letting me know you really ARE reading this series.  I was starting to worry that only the few brave souls leaving comments were!  I finally received some amazing phone calls and messages about the series this week. So I will keep writing.  So if you are enjoying these posts, but haven’t left me a comment, PLEASE DO!  That’s the only way I know you’re enjoying what I write.

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Why Are Life Lessons Important?

What  Makes Life Lessons Important?

Life lessons are hard things to learn because we usually have to live through trauma to gain them. But once we learn the lesson, we hope to can keep them close to our heart, and actually remember them the next time.

Unfortunately, my short term memory was damaged in my horse wreck all those years ago and I often forget my most important life lessons!  I really can blame brain damage! 

MIA (Missing In Action)

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve missed posting for a few weeks again.  This is because my world has been thrown into turmoil, again.

All because I forgot one of my most vital life lessons.

This summer I have been recovering from the trauma of leaving my home, family, friends, ranch, and life in Hotchkiss behind, to move to Cortez.  I have been incredibly busy working full time, dashing home to irrigate, and sort of settle into the place I rented. In the process, I’ve fallen in love with being near my daughter and son-in-law, the area, and the people here.

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My Family Moving Cattle

The place I live has been a challenge. Ditches have not been maintained and I struggled to get water anywhere. But it is finally an emerald green oasis. And I love it. I come home to a little paradise of my animals, wildlife, great neighbors, and beautiful scenery.

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Little Rosita playing in the grass with Momma

 

This may sound crazy, but I love irrigating.  The feeling of accomplishment you get when you walk through a pasture and watch the grass grow every day is amazing. And to have these two with me to entire way is so fun!  It’s normal

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My Irrigation Buddies – Pepper the blind Heeler, and Baby, my barn cat!

for a dog to follow you up, around, over, and through the water, but a cat? Yes, a cat! He follows me the entire time and if I get too far ahead he starts meeeeooowwwing like crazy till I slow down and let him navigate his way to catch up!  He’s a hoot!

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Irrigating Cat In Grass

As you can see life has been getting better and better.

Change

But three weeks ago the rug got jerked out from under me and my newly constructed little world came tumbling down around my ears.

Lark, my roommate, told me she is moving back to Delta County.  She has a glass art job and needs to be near her carving booth to complete it.

No roommate, no money to help pay the rent.  I fell into panic mode!  Big time!

I can handle the rent in the summer, but with winter looming near I know how much it takes to heat the house I’m living in and it scared me to death!  But rather than stop and pray, I ran and called. I call it “Go to the Thrown, Not the Phone”. It is my most important life lesson.

But did I do that?

No!

I called everyone I could think of asking if they knew of a new place to rent, or if they knew of anyone that was looking for a roommate.  I found several places to move to, but none of them would allow horses. Several people knew people looking for roommates, but every one of them had found a place, “last night” or “last week”.

So what did I do?

Freaked out more.

I knew God provided this place.  He literally led me to it and dropped it in my lap. I knew He would lead me to a better one if that was what I was meant to do.  But with a Grand-baby coming in a month I couldn’t allow my personal drama to disrupt my daughter and son-in-law’s lives.  So I quietly tried to work out my housing situation.

But you know what?  I forgot the most important life lesson I’ve ever learned.  I forgot to stop and pray. Oh sure, I did the little rapid fire surface prayers. But not the fasting, hit your knees, and really seek God, kind of prayers.

From years of surviving what life throws at me I’ve learned this is one of the most important life lessons of all.  Stop and pray.  Hard. Deep prayers.  The kind that build trust. And patience. The kind where you heart hurts you are praying so hard.

Prayer that shows you realize how small, weak, and fragile you are.  The kind that makes God sit up and say, “Well, finally! Well done my child. Give that problem to me and let me work it out for you.”

Finally I remembered my most important life lesson. Fasting, while seeking God with all my heart. It’s a beautiful place to be.

And I know God’s listening . . . and working.

Would you share with me your own important life lessons? I need them right now!

Thank you and God Bless you!

 

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How Horses Teach Us Life lessons In Unusual Ways

Horses Teach

Horses teach me lessons every day. Today it was a hard and joyous one at the exact same moment.

Earlier today I reached over and picked up the phone to call my Dad.  I had some amazing news I wanted to share with him.  It didn’t even hit me until I had the phone in my hand that he’s been gone two and a half years. 

Dad wasn’t there to answer my call.  He wasn’t there to hear the exciting news I had to share with him. 

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My Dad

I can’t tell him that Zanny is going to have a baby!  The great mare orphaned at only two months old is finally pregnant! 

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Zanny enjoying some well earned R&R

Zanny has been Mika’s number one all round horse, number one rodeo horse, number one heading horse, and number one ranch horse for almost 15 years.  The go-to horse in any situation. Too important to stop riding and let her raise a baby. Until last year.

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Mika and Zanny getting ready for the mixed team roping with Robert Hawk

But last year turned into a horse breeders worst nightmare. Four long months of road trips back and forth to Montrose, vet bills, daily, and often nightly shots. A situation that required total dedication. But still no baby.

Blessings and Heartache

After a winter off, thank God, finally, that incredible phone call from the vet! A pregnancy, and now a heartbeat! 

But I couldn’t call Dad and tell him. And that hurt.

Dad was especially proud of how Mika and Hardy made such a great horse out of Zanny.  She was our pride and joy.  An own daughter of Dad and my stud horse, and out of an incredible own daughter of the great Zan Par Bar. Her death was a tragic loss for our family.  But now her daughter, is finally going to have a little one of her own! 

One horse, Many Lessons

This one horse has shown me over and over how horses teach us many lessons.  She has taught me to believe in the power of prayer and that our God who really does know when a sparrow falls (Matthew 10:29) has answered our prayers for Zanny many times!

Zanny is a walking miracle herself.  Five years ago she kicked Hardy’s gelding square on the butt, but she was the one that came up crippled.  Instinctively we knew it was bad. I jumped in my truck and trailer and headed toward Norwood where Mika, Hardy, and Zanny were while they took her to a local vet. But vet’s x-ray machine wasn’t strong enough to detect anything.  So we packed her foot in an ice-filled inner-tube and I headed to my horse vet in Fruita, Colorado, Braden Shaffer.

Braden’s x-ray machine revealed a broken coffin bone. Some said put her down, some said, breed her and turn her out. But all agreed with that type of injury she was done. But Mika, Hardy, Braden, and I were determined to give her a fighting chance. Braden said it would be a long, slow recovery, but if she would take care of herself, she should heal. He wouldn’t tell us if she would ever be ride-able again, but we were determined.

And we were praying.

She was such a good patient it was inspiring.  She spent two, very long months in a 12 by 24 foot stall, in a special shoe as a cast. During this time she showed me horses teach us about patience. Not once did she get mean or ugly during that long confinement. Not once did she not take her meds or not let me take her temp.

A month later when I was finally able to hand walk her in my indoor arena because the ground was soft, she was patient and kind.  During this time she showed me that horses teach us about trust. She trusted I would not hurt her or allow her to hurt herself when all she wanted to do was jump and buck right there at the end of my lead rope.That would have been very bad on a broken bone.

Horses Teach Us About Dedication

Heading into month four I hauled in 20 pickup loads of sawdust into my covered, belting lined, round-pen where she spent the next six months. Only getting out to be hand walked for the first month and slowly building up to being ridden bareback only at a walk first in the soft arena dirt, then in the tall, soft, grass of my meadows the next four months.

At month nine I was able to trot her a little each day. Finally on month eleven I loped her a half a dozen strides. 

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Our daily ride

At last the day came when I had to let her out of the round pen for the first time.  It was almost 12 months to the day after her injury.  I rode her to take a little of the edge off, but after 12 months of confinement she calmly walked a few feet away from me, wrung her neck, bucked straight in the air, and took off!  She ran two laps around the pasture with me hollering “Easy!” and “Whoa!” at the top of my lungs!  But no, she just kept running!  And soon ran right past me, even with my arms flailing, over the only rocks in the five pastures.  I watched sparks fly as her shoes hit the stones. . . and I . . . threw up.  Yes, literally.  Threw up!  It was excruciating to watch.  But she never took a lame step.

Through all this she taught me that daily dedication and prayer pays off. Simple care and a prayer each day led to her being able to run over those rocks and not be hurt.

Rocks in our own paths are often testimonies to our strength and ultimate success.

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Zanny

People wonder why I keep them around. It’s because horses teach me something every day.

Has an animal or a horse taught you a life lesson?  If so, or if this story about Zanny has touched you, I ask you to share in the comments section below.

Thank you and God Bless!

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Unconditional Love Dogs Give Lives Beyond Death

Unconditional Love

What really is unconditional love? Have you ever considered that? What constitutes unconditional love and where do we go to find it? I see it every day in so many forms. My constant source is God and His precious son, Jesus. But His creatures give it to me as well.

The outpouring of emotions readers shared this week on my Facebook Author page when I posted the story about Capitan, the dog that found his masters grave and stayed by it for seven years, touched me so deeply it made me pause and consider that depth of devotion. That kind of unconditional love.

It’s our deepest desire. To be loved unconditionally. To be treasured, cherished. But like so many of us, I’m a casualty of love. Twenty five years single has proven that. Thankfully, those long years have taught me just how wonderful God’s love is, and how healing His animals can be for the human heart.

Dogs Love Us

My horses love me, but I’m not sure it’s unconditional love. Unlike our dogs. There is no doubt in my mind that they love us unconditionally.

I see it every time I look at my own blue heeler, Pepper. Her unconditional love for me is evident every moment she’s near me. There are times she drives me nuts because she wants to touch me. But that is her way of knowing where I am, now that she’s blind.

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Miss Pepper

Even when I’m not around. My friend Lark  says she stays in my bedroom, usually on my bed, and waits for me to come home.

I accidentally ran over her head and popped her eyes out causing her to go blind but she still sees me as the center of her universe.

She is an inspiration to me everyday. She faces life not as handicapped and blind, but cheerfully, and as excited as a child. She’s happy to get up, go outside, run across the pasture with me, even when she goes to fast and runs into something. She is happy to be alive, and with me.

She would rather wait hours in the car for me than sit at home alone. She truly gives me unconditionally love!

But she is not alone in that unconditional love. After finding out about Capitan, the dog in Argentina that has sat by his master’s grave for 7 years, and tracking down the original story and his real photos of this beloved pet,

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Capitan ran away from home and has sat by his master’s grave for 7 years. (Story and photo credit La Voz Del Interior)

I found many similar stories.  Here are just a few with links to the original stories.

Kirby

Little Kirby is another dog whose unconditional love for his owner carried him miles away from every adopted home, back to his owner’s grave. Sharon Ratteree inherited Kirby when her daughter was killed only two weeks after adopting him. Kirby filled the gaping hole in Sharon’s heart after the tragic loss. But it seemed no one could fill the hole in Kirby’s heart after Sharon died. He found an escape from every enclosure, at every new home, and would make the trek back, no matter how far he had to travel.

The good news is he has finally found a home with another local resident Susan Wood. Susan saw Kirby’s story in the news and contacted Dave Willis, Sharon’s Grandson, who decided that Susan would be a perfect match for the heartbroken dog. Kirby now fills a void in her heart, after her own 18 year-old terrier died in 2007. “I had a big old empty spot, so the Wills’ family made it possible for Kirby to jump into that spot and take over,” said Susan. This little dog filled a new gaping hole, and is once again a happy dog.

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Kirby’s Mom’s Grave

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ciccio

In Italy, Ciccio walked to Mass every afternoon when the bells tolled with his Maria,  until she suddenly died. He followed her casket and attended her funeral at the same  church. But he kept coming back. Everyday when the bells tolled.  Now he lives at the church and attends every mass sitting at the front, where her casket laid, waiting faithfully for his master to return.   He has so touched the locals they have a Facebook page for him. I hope you will follow the link and “Like” it. His devotion is too great to ignore.

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Ciccio, still mourning at mass

Hawkeye

Many of us cried in 2011 when the news carried the touching photos of the loyal Hawkeye, at the funeral of his beloved Petty Officer 1st Class, Jon T. Tumilson. Tumilson, a U.S. Navy SEAL,  was among 30 American troops killed August 6 when Taliban insurgents shot down their Chinook helicopter with a rocket-propelled grenade. At his funeral in Iowa, Hawkeye paid his last respects by walking up to the casket, laying down in front of it, and heaving a sigh. Tumilson’s cousin, Lisa Pembleton, took the photo for family members that could not be at the funeral and for others that could not see the dog’s actions.  It has touched the hearts of all of us. We salute this brave soldier, and his incredible dog.

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Hawkeye     (Photo Credit Lisa Pembleton)

Cat’s too

Apparently even finicky felines are devoted and have unconditional love for us.  Another Italian pet, Toldo, a gray tabby, followed his beloved master’s, Iozzelli Renzo, casket from their house to the cemetery.

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Toldo (Photo Credit Corriere Fiorentino )

He returned later the same day with Iozzelli’s widow, Ada to the grave. The next day Ada and her daughter found a sprig of acacia on the grave. Ada believes it was the cat’s first gift to his beloved master. Since then the cat has delivered everything from small flowers and twigs to plastic cups and paper towels to the grave. He safely travels back and forth because everyone in the small mountain town knows the cat and where he is headed, though not everyone is happy about it. Ada said some people think having an animal in the cemetery is a desecration.  But the cat doesn’t seem to care, he just keeps sharing his unconditional love.

Link to More

I could go on and on, but instead I will give you this link to read about several more amazingly devoted pets. I hope you take a few extra moments to love your pets today. You obviously mean more to them than you have any idea.

God Bless you all during this especially Holy Week.

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