In the morning I sit, Freckle nestled beside me in the big ol’ comfy corner chair. He needs a little extra care this stay - he’s got an injured paw. He's a cuddle bug of love and I can't help but be comforted with him laying by my side.
Bernie is snoring on the couch, Tex is lying on the dog bed next to my chair, Chuy is in the Papazan, and Maggie May…she’s here somewhere. Sleeping. It’s the wee hours, Thanksgiving morning.
There is so much to be grateful for.
I hear Kidd, our cat guest, talking to me from his penthouse suite. He gets his own room until he feels safe and comfortable enough to come out and join the rest of the pack. I think he’s almost ready. I rouse Freckle so I can go give Kidd some love and see if he wants to join us…
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He’s not ready. He will be tomorrow.
By the time I return to the living room, Bernie’s up - he and Freckle are having a full blown party. It’s 5:15 am. They make me smile and my heart fills completely. What a wonderful way to start the day. I don’t want to wake Chad, so I open the front door, turn on the porch light, and ask them to take it outside.
They willfully oblige.
When I come back to my comfy corner chair, I hear a little bell..
tink,tink,tink…
tink,tink,tink…
tinktink…
There she is on the floor beside my chair. Maggie May, scratching at her ear. She’s in her safe spot - for when the big dogs are too much for her - she tucks herself away against the wall between the armchair and the side table.
She’s so darned cute.
I get lost in staring at her and wonder how I get anything done with that Ewok face staring up at me all day long. I reach down, fluff up her red plush blanket, and ease her back to sleep so I can keep working.
Hours pass, report cards are done, movies are made, morning photo updates complete…
Chuy might like a walk. Chuy is a 13-year-old Havanese and he’s a little overwhelmed by all the bigs. He’s most comfortable when I carry him to the door myself so he can bypass the ever-moving maze of dog legs. I carry him gently to the back door and ease him out into the cold. We take a stroll, just he and I, to the back of the property. Chuy prefers his outside time to be peaceful and quiet.
I got you, Chuy. I got you.
Whether it’s Thanksgiving day or just plain old today…every day is Gratitude Day at Iva’s Place.
Throughout my life, in times of need, trouble, or sadness…an animal has been there to comfort me. In times when I have been alone, but full of joy with something to celebrate, an animal has been there to celebrate with me. When I have needed a cuddle, a moment of peace, or a minute of healing…there has been a pet to help me through. If I’m feeling overwhelmed and I just need to center myself, all I have to do is spend two minutes with Maggie.
Even my chickens give me this sense of peace.
Nothing makes me happier than fulfilling this debt of gratitude I have for all the pets who bring us peace and who trust us with their love and with their lives.
I simply can’t go wrong. Gratitude. Every day.
Some things I know:
These are the bits of knowing that bring me joy. This is the level of care I promise to give your pets because these are the things I am grateful for every day.
As we head into the close of 2022, I look forward to reflecting on the year behind us and all the ways I can continue to be of service to our community and to your pets.
Thank you for being on this journey with us. Thank you for trusting us to care for your pets as we do our own. Our first Thanksgiving at Iva’s Place was wonderful: a house full of love, gratitude, and joy...and food.
Looking forward to many years to come, full of the same..
‘Til next time…
🐾
TL