Dogs Surely Go to Heaven… “Stella” The Beach Girl…

Stella’s favorite running beach… with pal, Mike
A heavenly spot…

Stella showed me true friendship, unconditional love. She always gave me that extra hug when I needed it the most…

We were together alone with our dreams on this special beach made for us, just the two of us…

We felt free from a world seemed lost from God’s view of love. Nature’s love is true love.

The cool sea breeze and sounds of waves breaking near the shore felt like heaven, together as best pals. Together, just the two of us…

Our senses exploded like a beautiful symphony performing just for us on Carmel Beach. We looked over the Rainbow Bridge to see Heaven was made for Stella and me too…

Just the two of us strolled up and down the beach watching the birds. Stella chased the birds back and forth, up and down the beach…

Sometimes Stella would swim out to sea through the waves. I think Stella believed she could fly like birds. I believe we were flying together with sea birds, just the two of us…

Stella would stop and look back at me with that big happy smile. We were in heaven, just the two of us…

With a bark and happy smile, she raced back to me for a warm pet on her smooth furry head and a hug. I loved Stella. I know she loved me too…

Sometimes Stella wouldn’t come to me when I called. I would turn my back on her and walk away. Suddenly, there she was jumping and bouncing around me. We were happy to be together, just the two of us…

Stella loved digging in the sand. She loved looking for things that moved. I loved to see her run in the surf yipping away at the birds…

Stella made friends where ever we went. Around the Marina. I was known as the guy with the cute dog. No one knew my name but all knew Stella’s.

Stella made everyone happy.
That could have been her name, “Happy Girl,” I would say with a happy smile…

“Time to go back home Beach Girl,” I would say. “Time to go up the trail, Stella!” She always knew the beach she so loved would be there tomorrow

So, we headed back up the trail together, just the two of us. “We’ll come back tomorrow, Stella, my Beach Girl.”

“For there will always be a tomorrow, my Beach Girl…” I thought this with deep love in my heart and soul…

Stella lives each and every day in my heart and soul “Meet you at the crossing over the Rainbow Bridge, dear furry friend forever.” I would say this each and every time on the way home…

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A tribute to my old pal, Mike Glenn and his “Beach Girl,” Stella. Both love the beach, sand, and sea birds even more than me…

Steve Sparks, Author, Depoe Bay, Oregon

Conversations with Simba… The early mornin’ greeting…

Every mornin’ same time….around 620am exactly, Simba kisses my nose. His little cute nose is cold and feels wet. It’s a gentle and loving nudge, so to speak.

Then, Simba starts to nudge me, in a kind way, not to make me anxious. Loud meowing and whining about stuff doesn’t work very well with me.

Simba knows. For his soul tells him so. He is kind and loving always. He makes me smile.

Simba paws at my hand and nudges me more aggressively. This is his request for a scratch and rub, maybe 20 seconds max.

Simba whispers and speaks softly in my ear. I think Simba loves me too.

Sadly, Simba lost his claws as a kitten. I can’t even imagine how awful it would be to not have toe nails…

Simba forgave me long ago for doing that.. We’ve been pals for 17 years now… I still feel guilty about it and would never do that to a kitty never again, ever…

Simba knows I love him too. We’ve been through many battles of heart and soul. He’s always with us no matter what…

Simba finally feels safe to jump out of bed after all the warm fuzzy stuff. He stands at attention and meows loudly at me. It’s that whiny ol’ pushy stuff that gets to me the most.

Simba is ready for his breakfast 630a sharp. He knows how to get me up and into the kitchen without too much delay.

The most important team effort each afternoon is the the kitty liter box. Simba demands cleanliness in his home, “no excuses,” he tells me each and every day…

Simba is really running the show in our home. He trained us up for the job long ago.

Through all of it, Simba shows his love and kindness everyday. He knows we are on this journey together as a family.

Simba lives in our hearts and souls forever… His love is truly a gift of healing indeed…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate

“Bessie Bee” Arrives! Spring on the Oregon coast is near…

It seems like every year at this time my old friend “Bessie Bee” shows up. She loves to warm up from a cold night in hibernation when the warm sunshine beckons…

“Bessie Bee” is preparing to be first in line for the early blooms. Early bees get the most honey, they say…

Even Bees like to be first. “Bessie Bee” is a good listener too. She is very patient with me talking a lot.

I feel so calm sitting on the porch in my rocking chair. Breathing in the cool fresh breeze from the sea is healing. Makes me feel alive visiting with “Bessie Bee”

It’s even better when “Bessie Bee” shows up for a chat. For I know in my soul that without Bees there is no love 💔.

See you later “Bessie Bee” a true friend, indeed…

PNW Bumble Bee reference:

https://www.pnwbumblebeeatlas.org/species-illustrations.html

“Prim” The Healer

When we first met Prim a year ago in Seattle, she was as lovable and kind as a furry loved one could be. After a curious and briefly hesitant look, she jumped on my lap right away.

She looked at me close up, licking my face like a popsicle. I knew then how much love this little girl would bring to our family.

Prim came to our home not too long before Skai crossed the Rainbow Bridge. She attached herself to big bro right away. She never left his side.

Skai showed Prim the ropes around the house. “Don’t poop in the house,” Skai reminded Prim as she was trained to see the door first.

But Prim still liked to poop on the stairs near the bottom. Skai didn’t get that, though.

Both siblings played as long as Skai could hold up. Prim never wanted to stop playing. She worried about Skai. But she always let her bro rest. And never left his side.

Skai seemed excited and grateful right away. Prim helped her bro feel safe when he needed it the most.

Prim helped mom and pops too, when they were sad. Skai got really sick and couldn’t move around much anymore.

Our furry loved ones are healers. They know when we are happy or sad.

The furry ones never leave our hearts and souls. They watch from high above and whisper in our ears…

“It’s gonna be okay…”

Thank you, Sarah and Chris, for sharing Prim and Skai with us…

Mr. Wood’s Love and Wisdom…

“Mr. Woods” is one of my subconscious angels. He represents my very first experience as a young man learning to navigate my life and career.

As humans, we overcome great challenges in life. We seek guidance and wisdom from trusted mentors and leaders.

Mr. Woods saw enthusiasm and a smile in me. He knew I was a learner. He had confidence in me.

Mr. Woods inspired me with his enthusiasm for life. He gave me hope for a better future.

Mr. Woods showed me how to feel good about myself. He lifted me up while teaching me skills and behaviors that made me a better person and professional.

Mr. Woods helped me realize the importance of empathy for others, especially customers and team members. He was a great manager who cared about me and all of us.

Mr. Woods showed me how to collaborate with others. He taught me the value of teamwork.

Mr. Woods showed how to be supportive while being firm and forceful too. He expected results in our work.

Mr. Woods showed me leadership while succeeding as a team. “Manage up,” he would say often.

Mr. Woods was a great coach! He gave his team credit for our success. He also pulled me and others up when we were down.

Mr. Woods loved all of us, not just some of us…

I will share quotes of wisdom going forward. I picked Mr. Woods to help me with his wisdom.

Mr. Woods provides my soul with wisdom for everyday life. I count on him to help me select the best quotes of the day to help us with encouragement and inspiration.

Look for Mr. Woods on my Facebook, Twitter and LinkedIn pages.

In memory of Mr. Woods…