The Rip Van Wrinkler, Volume XIV, Issue 1, February 20109
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All My Children by Peggy Pick
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Fate and timing are wondrous things. Think about when you met your spouse or just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Think about how by chance you were given, through the blessings of fate and Divine Intervention, a wonderful gift. Meeting Eric was the most serendipitous of these occurrences, and together we’ve experienced this several times with our canine children. I’m more than beginning to believe we were meant to have each dog that came our way, that they were heaven sent. Reno When we lost Reno, our world tilted sharply on its axis, wobbled erratically, and seemed to be spinning completely out of control. How could the same fates that brought us together take our boy so soon? That’s the problem with great gifts, at least in this life. We three could communicate together on such a deep level, we shared such an unshakable love, that the cost for such a gift is very dear. Leo Again, when we lost Leo, we were not looking for another dog. We felt Ivan was more than enough to keep us busy. This time, fate landed gently because God knew we could not survive another dog like Ivan. We were sent Dasa, a shy, quiet, good little girl who provides a lovely foil to Ivan’s world domination. Now, I can’t imagine not having Dasa. I can’t even begin to think of all we’d miss without our sweet tiny girl. I know she was meant to be ours. Dasa Sometimes, I think I should listen more carefully for what destiny has in store for me. The record so far has been outstanding. We’ve been given the best gifts of our lives together. We can’t take credit for it, but we’ve been given the best four dogs we never asked for.
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