Puppy Sitting From A Distance
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Hello everyone,Today's update finds Agatha feeling and looking better than I could hope. I wanted to share some photos of her favorite puppy sitting position, from a distance that allows her to observe and wag but keeps little people from bothering her beautiful long ears which attract puppies like a magnet.
She loves the babies (see that wagging tail?) but as the matriarch of Foxglove, she has certain privileges and even the puppies adore her with wide-eyed enthusiasm.
(Look at this next photo closely, what a priceless puppy face lol).
Prayers that this finds you cozy and like us, grateful for another day and its blessings.With Most Fondest Love and Wags,Terry, John, and grandma Agatha
Today has been a good day, someone we all know and love wanted me to send you a special thank you and loads of doggie kisses for showing her (and her mom & dad too) so much love.We continue to pray and hold you in our hearts with love and gratitude.
She is grubby and in need of a bit of brushing, but she is WITH US, I try not to cling too tightly or watch her too closely, but I am so comforted that she is happy and cheerful and full of wags and kisses as ever.God bless each and every one of you dear friends.
Dearest of friends and readers,I know so many of you are praying for Agatha, and I wanted to reach out and thank you from the bottom of my heart for your prayers. She woke up early looking for her morning cookie and following John through the kitchen watching carefully that he not forget where her treats were kept.I cling to hope when I watch her wagging tail this afternoon and extreme interest in what is in her supper dish and yet during the night was awake and ready to leave with her for that last trip to the veterinarian. (Things are always so much worse at night when it feels like the whole world is asleep but you aren't they?). She slept peacefully and then fitfully and a deep cough woke her every few hours, signs of the wretched condition that afflicts her. I laid on the couch to be near her and in the middle of the night she came over and sat beside me while I stroked her silky little head over and over and over and prayed.Yesterday, I drove into town hurriedly to stop at the post office to quickly drop some orders off that needed to be on their way and at our small market to pick up things to tempt her appetite (which thankfully is good). I wore sorrow like a garment and my eyes would fill with tears at the least kindness. Glancing down at the packages in the post office, prancing Agatha stickers adorning every box almost overwhelmed me, the nice man who carried my purchases to my car nearly reduced me to weeping, a frozen pain somewhere deep inside that made me cold with worry.I rushed home worried and found her looking cheerfully at the bags, almost her old self and but a rough cough still very much in evidence and I watch her knowing we need a miracle and yet trying to pray that if we are not granted one that He will be with us through the hours and perhaps days ahead.I beg your continued prayers, yes, that she go quietly when her time comes, but oh that I have wisdom and courage to know if the time comes when I must allow that process to come medically... I will not allow her to suffer but oh God that the end does not come that way...Forgive me for this most emotional and wrenchingly honest of letters, I must thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your prayers, your loving words, your letters and sharing your stories, they have made this time more bearable. Yesterday afternoon I read through them and felt that glacier inside begin to melt as I wept, knowing that you love her too, even though you've perhaps never met her, has comforted me in this time of pain.With much love and gratitude,Terry 
Posing and being a pretty boy. Sitting neatly with paws carefully placed together, (peering up at me worriedly as if to ask me to plead with them on his behalf).
He did much gazing longingly at both mom & dad, hoping to sway them to his side.
It was no use though, one look at Berkley and Viola (who by this time was attached to Berkley like velcro) and even Twizzler knew this little girl wasn't going to pick him. 
My poor little Cavapoo drooped as the happy family went out the door with Viola in their arms. I can't say who was beaming more happily, Berkley or Viola, both were obviously smitten with each other and while I knew it was exactly the right home for Viola and not for Twizzler, I couldn't help feeling badly for my little red-headed puppy who had been equally smitten with puppy love for the exceedingly adorable Berkley.
After I had sent the joyous new puppy owners on their way and helped tuck Viola (now known as "Joy"!) into her crate for her journey home, I went back into the kitchen and found a most woebegone Twizzler still watching the door to see if perhaps they might change their minds and come back for him.I reached down to cheer him up a bit and as is his habit, he placed his velvet muzzle gently in the palm of my hand, (such an earnest small soul). I promised him that his family just hadn't found him yet and that soon, very soon they would arrive or he would fly to meet them and all would again be puppy bliss in his small world.It's a story I've seen unfold many times over the years, each puppy has just the right home and sometimes it takes a bit, but they always always find their way to that special someone's heart and it's always a blessing to be part of each little one's journey.Some little puppy people are not sure that's true but I promise it is : )
