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Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift. It is not the least reason why we should honor as well as love the dog of our own life, and the dog down the street, and all the dogs not yet born. What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What would this world be like without dogs? - Mary Oliver, Dog Songs

Today, April 18th, would have been our beloved Angel’s 13th birthday. We were so hoping she would be here to celebrate it, but unfortunately her illness took her far more quickly than we were anticipating, which has us commemorating it without her, and still grieving her terribly.

I’ve talked about her so often that I now struggle to find the proper words to pay tribute to what a miracle she was for me, and what a truly special girl and precious little soul she was. I related some of the story of us getting her here, but wanted to take this last chance to remember. Saying I dreamed of or wanted a dog my entire life doesn’t even fairly capture it - I yearned for a dog, more than anything else that could ever be offered to me. There were multiple obstacles that made this impossible growing up - my mom and I being too busy with work/school to properly care for one, the fact that we were too burdened financially, the limitations on the kind of dog we could bring home given both of our allergies. Thus it remained my fondest continual wish. By 2006, my illness had been breaking me down for over a year. I had no choice but to drop out of school when I could barely function; I had reached what they called a “plateau” in physical therapy, a point where they couldn’t help me or rehabilitate me further from my lingering car accident injuries, and my immune system kept getting worse, my body increasingly frail. I was spending most days entirely alone while my mom worked full-time. It got to the point of quiet desperation, my depression was becoming more serious and we didn’t know what to do.

An e-mail went out in my mom’s office from a family who wanted to rehome their young standard poodle. We decided to go and meet her, and she was lovely, but she was 60 pounds and definitely too rambunctious for us to enclose in our very small living situation. (There’s a happy ending to that story, as her family decided to keep her.) The thought was irrevocably planted in my brain, though, and I fixated on the idea of finally finding a dog. We tried several other times - like a 3 year old Bichon who ended up at our Humane Society (they’re so rarely found at shelters that they did a lottery for people to be able to adopt him; our number did not come up), then a miniature poodle puppy at the shelter in Denver (same story with the lottery). I started scouring the paper, and one night in late July, in the online classifieds, I found a listing for six Bichon puppies. The timing was unbelievably perfect. I excitedly called the number, and the lady told me they had two left, a boy and a girl, and if we would like to see them, could we please come right away, because she and her husband were going out of town for the weekend and someone else was going to come watch the dogs. My mom and I got into the car in the dark of night and drove to the other side of the city. When we got there, we saw four little white fluffy faces in the door - the couple’s two adult Bichons and two babies.

We went inside, and the lady who had them started telling us about them. The little boy was docile and laid-back, the little girl was sweet yet very feisty and stubborn. She had been the smallest in her litter, and her five brothers and sisters pushed her around and never let her eat enough, and so she had to learn to stand up for herself. They were both darling. He laid quietly on the floor waiting for attention. She perseveringly climbed up onto the back of the sofa to be as close to us as possible, to sniff us and kiss our faces. She was silly and affectionate, and of course I instantly fell in love with her. She was meant to be ours. They gave us her papers, and her blanket, I scooped her up in my arms, and she was mine. On the drive home, our normal route ended up being blocked off because of a chemical spill, and the police officer who stopped us glanced into the car and smiled at the sleepy little puppy (”look!,” he said, “a carpet with eyes!” because she was quite fuzzy).

The gate to temporarily keep her in the kitchen overnight didn’t work at all, she was too smart for that. She squeezed out and promptly came into my room, whimpered on my floor until I turned to look at her, and waited for me to pick her up. I put her on the bed, she stole a pillow, and that was our story almost every night for the rest of her life. She was the best puppy, a model puppy, she never made a mess or chewed up anything she wasn’t supposed to (except for a roll of toilet paper, which only made us laugh), and she took to training quickly.

She was the most incredible blessing, and every day, no matter how sick I was, no matter how devastated I felt by anything else happening in my existence or the world, she gave me a reason to get up, to carry on. Not only because she depended on me - and that’s no small thing, having a dear, bright life that needs you to look after her - but because she was so boundless in her exuberance, her light, her love for everything and everyone. She believed all people and animals (I would say obviously other dogs, but honestly she seemed to like kitties most of all) should be her friends, and did her very best to charm them. She was excited to wake up in the morning, and she would bounce on me with her tail wagging in circles. She loved cozy things, pillows and stuffed animals and blankets and warm laundry; she loved soothing instrumental music and would settle right down to sleep when I put her favorites on (near the end of her life, we played a lot from Soothing Relaxation, and we put this one on for her before she died. She enjoyed certain piano pieces on the Soundscapes channel, especially this and this, she’d snuggle up and close her deep brown eyes whenever they played). She loved to play and growl and zoom around from room to room at top speed, she loved to lay in the sun and look out the window, she loved baby carrots and apple slices and was the cutest when she crunched them. She listened to me sing to her with rapt attention, and when we talked to her, she liked to talk back with various small barks and grumbles while inquisitively tilting her head. She had a mind of her own and liked to arrange things however she wanted them; she waved her paws constantly, and it meant different things depending on what she was asking us. She never stopped giving kisses, and this went double whenever one of us was crying, as she saw it as her comforting duty to lick away our tears. In her very last hour, when she hadn’t had anything to eat or drink for almost two days, when I was suddenly forced into making a decision I wasn’t ready to make, when all I wanted was to bring her home and tears were streaming down my face, she still sat up to kiss them away. It’s been hard having so many endless tears to shed since we lost her, and not having her in my lap to take care of me.

I’m convinced she did take care of me, more than I did for her. I called her my little nurse a lot, because she always knew when I was more sick than usual, and she worried and fussed around me, and tucked herself in by my side, and wouldn’t leave me. Even as isolated as I am due to being homebound, I was never lonely while she was in my life, she was always there to reassure me. She sensed so many of our moods, and she was so empathetic that we’d try not to get too upset around her because she would react with concern. When my anxiety and panic attacks began getting worse, and when my POTS became more severe, I truly began to realize how much she helped me, how her being near me calmed my tension, eased my physical pain, how running my fingers through her incredibly soft curls immediately lowered my heart rate, and that’s when I had her certified as my emotional support animal. She’d been doing that job from the start, so she deserved the title officially.

I mentioned here why I named her Angel: I wanted to use the name Angel because I love angels, because it made me think of sweetness and light, and of course she has been my guardian and my salvation and truly my Angel all these years, but she’s something else that word connotes too. She’s a warrior Angel. She was unbelievably strong and courageous, she fought so hard to live, and all she wanted was to stay with us. She was made of that pure goodness, and she was also brave and resilient. We called her bunches of nicknames - our diamond, our flower, our princess, our sugar, our baby, but she was profoundly an Angel most of all.

We had a unique relationship because we were almost always together, every minute, every day, every year. Not everyone understands the depth of connection knitted deep into our spirits that one can have with a beautiful living being, but experiencing it was a gift beyond any measurement words can give. I never left her for more than a few hours at the time. I never spent a night without her, except when she was in the hospital. She was my constant; my warm, fluffy baby, my treasure, and that life and happiness was everything. My dad acknowledged that, for me, losing her was much more like losing a child, because we were so bonded, so unbreakably close, and that is irreplaceable. I’ve mentioned before that I won’t ever be able to have that connection in human form, and getting another dog is once again an impossibility for us due to our current predicament (not that Angel could ever be replaced, but we would open our home and hearts to new love if we could), so she was it for me, the one dream come true, all I had.

I read Dog Songs as we were losing her, and Mary Oliver captured the adoration and the acute sadness exquisitely. So, that deepest sting: sorrow. Still, is she gone from us entirely, or is she part of that other world, everywhere? One of her poems was for her own Bichon, Percy, and these lines conjured Angel: For she was made small but brave of heart. For she could be silly and noble in the same moment. For she listened to poems as well as love-talk. For when she sniffed it was as if she were being pleased by every part of the world. For when she sickened she rallied as many times as she could. For she was a mixture of gravity and waggery. For there was nothing sweeter than her peace when at rest. For there was nothing brisker than her life when in motion. For when I went away she would watch for me at the window. For she loved me. For when she lay down to enter sleep she did not argue about whether or not God made her. For she could fling herself upside down and laugh a true laugh. For I often see her shape in the clouds and this is a continual blessing. She also wrote: It is almost a failure of will, a failure of love, to let them grow old - or so it feels. We would do anything to keep them with us, and to keep them young. The one gift we cannot give.

Despite losing the entire semblance of and hopes for my "normal" life when I became chronically ill, despite mourning people (whether they passed out of my life literally or figuratively), even still I have never undergone this level of grief and heartache. I long to hold her in my arms, to hear the padding of her adorable popcorn paws and the jingling of her tags, to kiss her irresistibly soft head (which smelled like her sugar cookie conditioner). She always had such an exceptionally strong heartbeat - the little heartbeat at my feet - and when it stopped, while I embraced her with my hand against her chest, a huge part of me went with her. She gave me so much purpose and grace and helped me survive. She lit up every day with joy, and we will never stop missing her.

Angel was the truest, most precious love I've ever known, and how lucky I am to have been blessed by such a wondrous girl.

#wishing queue were somehow near #love of my life #my baby #angel #sugar cookie #i miss you my sweetheart #i know i've probably posted all of these photos at some point before #because they're some of my favorites #but i thought it would be nice to compile them all together #♥ #this is also my last post so it's even more dear #i love you all thank you for being my friends and being here for us and showing us such kindness #i just came to say goodbye love #grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse; it simply changes temperature #look at your face in the mirror #bubble wrap around my heart #long post for ts #i love her with every fiber of my being and i miss her and ache for her every day #but i don't like the constant nagging memory of the fact that my face was the top of this page and that is why my other love replaced us #I have my stories of that grief no doubt many of you do also #It is almost a failure of will a failure of love to let them grow old—or so it feels #We would do anything to keep them with us #so goodbye goodbye ♥

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Dani's SPN Graphics Battle

mirthfulcas vs. goldminegoldmine

prompt: “You stand red-handed. You want to wash yourself in earth, in rocks and grass What are you supposed to do with all this loss?” Margaret Atwood, poem excerpt from ”Down”

#he is everything to me and they can never diminish that or take it away #it's been almost two months and i keep being haunted by the fact that there's nothing here to mourn him #that i've been bleeding elsewhere but that there isn't a stone to mark him here #in this overgrown wild secret garden graveyard of a blog where he remains the sacred heart at the center #something needs to stand for him here. so here it is. and i know...this is the last thing i'll ever put here and that's as it should be #there's so much i could say about his value and the depth of that love but tags aren't enough for it #how do you write elegiac emotions in pithy whisperings. it's never enough #i weep for adonais #Love taught Grief to fall like music from his tongue #our love our hope our sorrow is not dead #burning through the inmost veil of Heaven #i love you forever #my sun and stars #dean winchester #you are boundless in beauty with fright in your face #and i do my best to be brave #he has a certain capacity #supernatural #dean x flowers #you do not live; you are not allowed to die #nothing gets finished not dying not mourning #especially those we have loved the most #when he shall die take him and cut him out in little stars #and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night #goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes #because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation

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Birth of a mermaid | axarmina.photography

#wishing queue were somehow near #gorgeous aesthetics #girls in white dresses #her clothes spread wide and mermaid like #under the water she sang a story #in all my dreams i drown #photography is all about secrets

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I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere Fell behind all my classmates and I ended up here

#wishing queue were somehow near #my heart #i feel like this was made for me #i feel this in my bones #i didn't know if you'd care if i came back; i have a lot of regrets about that #could've followed my fears all the way down #and maybe i don't quite know what to say but i'm here in your doorway #have you decided it's safer in cages; singing when you're told #if i cannot fly; let me sing #birdling #fly with me on the silver morning #i just wanted you to know that #this is me trying #folklore #taylor swift #lyrics #fanart #this is gorgeous

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will i have done enough?

#wishing queue were somehow near #my heart #this is gorgeous #(oh let me be a part of the narrative) #red the unraveled rose sings in your hair #padme amidala #star wars #force4ham #lyrics

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Favourite musical theatre female characters       - Christine Daaé; The Phantom of the Opera

#wishing queue were somehow near #the heroine of her own story #give me the strength to try #little lotte thought of everything and nothing #christine daae #the phantom of the opera

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arwen undomiel — For I am the daughter of Elrond. I shall not go with him when he departs to the Havens: for mine is the choice of Luthien, and as she so have I chosen, both the sweet and the bitter.

#wishing queue were somehow near #the light of the evenstar does not wax and wane #arwen #the lord of the rings #tolkien

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moodboard: eliza schuyler hamilton “look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now.”

#wishing queue were somehow near #the world has no right to my heart #i put myself back in the narrative #eliza schuyler #hamilton #blue

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#wishing queue were somehow near #remember you're the one who can fill the world with sunshine #snow white #disney

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Men are climbing to the moon, but they don’t seem interested in the beating human heart.

#wishing queue were somehow near #i just felt like bringing this back ♥ #i just want to be wonderful #norma jeane was always a butterfly #marilyn monroe

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mmc: @faithleh & anonymous(x2) asked: happy!dean or badass!dean?

“It’s been a long time since I’ve laughed that hard.”

#wishing queue were somehow near #darling #i love you forever #my sun and stars #you are boundless in beauty with fright in your face #and i do my best to be brave #dean winchester #supernatural

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#wishing queue were somehow near #forever girl #i bite my tongue and torch my dreams #elena gilbert #the vampire diaries #dangerous liaisons

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Favorite Female Character [2 / 20] series or books: Tessa Gray from The Infernal Devices

“You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.

#wishing queue were somehow near #you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside #she was too much herself to belong to anyone #i believe in the importance of stories #tessa gray #the infernal devices #tsc

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musical theatre edit challenge : 4/10 dream roles

Johanna Barker, Sweeney Todd

#wishing queue were somehow near #how is it you sing #just beyond the bars #teach me to be more adaptive #if i cannot fly; let me sing #johanna barker #sweeney todd #sondheim

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#wishing queue were somehow near #gorgeous aesthetics #she lay as if she were asleep #girls in white dresses #just one bite #fairest of heart #song for a winter's night #snow white #fairytales are more than true #photography is all about secrets

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you are so loved and we like having you around

#wishing queue were somehow near #i saved this on january 13th (yes i looked) for a day i felt it was desperately needed #like a treasure or small ray of light i tucked away #so today here it is ♥ #for you if you need it #things to remember #if you ever doubt it and i'm not here to tell you please keep this close #lin manuel miranda #gmorning gnight

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As some of you know, Tumblr terminated my account in the middle of the night, I went into an absolute panic (because I have zero coping skills), wrote to support explaining that it happened without warning and for no reason and could they please help?, and then while I slept for a couple of hours, they restored it, without ever even responding to me (I expected at least an e-mail to say it was fixed, even if they couldn’t explain what happened?). today is my last day of posts before I go on hiatus anyway, so it felt particularly painful to briefly lose everything when it happened.

all I lost were a bunch of posts from my queue, which makes me sad because I’d chosen them all so carefully.

anyway, for future reference if any of you ever suddenly have your entire blog disappear, you may never get an explanation for why it happened, but it can be restored, so definitely contact support right away.

#i spiral out immediately when anything happens so lol i'm a wreck #tbd