To Jack With Love..Sweet Dreams x

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Ten years ago when Alfie was 3 months old and a very naughty Boxer puppy ( see ‘To Alfie with love’..February) another little Boxer puppy came into my life and his name is Jack.

Alfie was bought for my daughter Molly- Isabella and Jack was bought for my eldest daughter Shelley-Marie. 

He was a surprise for her, the day I brought him home I put this tiny 8 week old puppy on the sofa on a blanket and waited to see her face…she never noticed him at first when she came home from school despite me saying ”what’s that on the settee?” ..then she spotted him…at there at nearly 13 years years old my little girl fell in love at first sight, she adored this bundle of loveliness, she named him Jack after the guy in ‘Will and Grace’ the TV series she loved at the time, although I suspect had Jack been a girl she would have named him ‘Buffy’ ! 

Jack was always pushed around by the bigger more pushy Alfie so it was always a case of quickly ”pick up the baby, or watch the baby until baby became baby Jack and baby Jack he has remained all his life)

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Jack was a bugger, a bloody little swine… the two of them together meant holes in the garden lawn that would break my neck if I wasn’t looking where I was going, A full sofa eaten to the springs, a bed collapsed in the middle ( my bed) 2 bean bags destroyed so the lounge looked like a snowfall had hit the place, those tiny balls everywhere, they kept appearing for months later, how they didn’t kill themselves I do not know!

They were the best guard dogs together, no one would dare enter the garden and the postman made us..no sorry.. ‘Royal Mail’ made us put the post box outside the garden cause they were terrified of these bouncing as if they were on springs Boxer dogs ( little did they know had they ventured into the garden they would have been kissed to bits!)

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Alfie looked after Jack, although not blood brothers they were soul brothers and devoted to each other ( after Alfie stopped trampling all over Jack as he grew bigger)

Later as they grew into their Autumn years and Jacks eyes started to get worse, Alfie would wake him for meals he would kiss his face as if to say ‘wake up bro its munchie time’ and grumpily Jack would wake up and toddle after him. When Alfie suddenly passed away in February it was heartbreaking and I was so scared Jack would pine for his brother and so I became even more obsessive with him…I never left his side we walked in our favourite woods just behind my house twice a day ‘our special time ‘ I called it. Poor old boy could not run fast with his old arthritic legs but he still had moments of shooting off thinking he was a youngster again and return panting like hell so we would have to sit down to get his breath back.

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He followed me everywhere like my shadow, he would lie beside me as I got ready for work, he knew which coat meant a walk or which one meant mum was going somewhere..so I would put my jumper on my bed because he liked to sleep on mummy’s things whilst I was not there.

He was my boy.My little nooo nooo ( we don’t know what a ‘noooo nooo’ is but its a silly pet name which he responded too !)

Shelley who now lives 2 hours away drove home regularly to see Baby Jack and he always would turn his back and snub her for a few hours..it was hilarious, he let her know by being grumpy he was mad she had gone away for a while, but a few hours later he would forgive her. :)

Last week I wrote here how we had just discovered he had terminal cancer but with meds was going to have a pain free few more months with us all.

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Thursday…

Shelley and I take him to the vets for a check up..all is good…great news.

Friday…

A.M…all fine

P.M…Suddenly Jack starts panting and pacing back and forth and not lying down.

5.00 p.m..  I phone the vets they tell me to give a bigger dose of medication and to take him in next morning ( yesterday) to be checked.

Evening and Nightime..

I never slept and nor did baby Jack, he could not lie down, he would try for a few minutes then get back up, it was exhausting to watch.

I watched the sunrise with him and on the floor my arms around him, he locked his eyes on mine and stared at me never unlocking…

”what Jack? what are you asking mummy”?

I knew…..mummy is the only one who can help.

Yesterday…8.30 a.m.. 

Telephone vets..they tell me to bring him in at 11.00 a.m.

Shelley drives 2 hours back to be with him

Jack spends the morning stood in the garden, strange he was there a long time just wandering around the place, looking over the gates, sniffing old places, then he just stood ( unable to sit for long) on the path.

Shelley walks through the gate and for the first time in hours his tail wags and he slowly very slowly walks to greet her. Shelley spends private time alone with him, grooming him, for some reason she felt he needed a nice brush and he enjoyed the feeling.

We take him to the car and and drive sadly…knowing.

11.00 am..

Lisa the vet ( the one vet who knows Jack the best) re looks at his x rays and scans and we spend a long time examining Jack and the tests results.

The Cancer is confirmed as lung cancer.  One lung was fully compacted with a mass. the other working lung was drowning in fluid. the cancer had spread.

Jack could not lie down because when he did the fluid was drowning his lung.

The only option was….every week general anaesthetic  and drain the fluid away but it would have to be done weekly and that was risky because a general every week was risk itself but very often as soon as they lie the dog down the fluid pours into the lungs anyway…to put a dog through that weekly, a terminal animal was cruel and selfish..who was I doing it for? me or Jack?

Lisa looks at me

” Ceri if it were you would you want me to prop you up and make you keep breathing painfully or say lets go to sleep peacefully now?”

My heart broke

Shelley Marie my darling daughter was in bits.

I asked for a blanket a new vet fluffy blanket for him to go onto and be snuggled into afterwards.

The stent was put in

My brave brave little dog who had endured hours of pain and exhaustion by standing god knows how many hours, who’s eyes were closing with sleep deprivation whilst stood, my brave little soldier, who never once complained or snapped or got nasty and he would have every right to as he was feeling so bad. His sweet nature and bravery will never leave me.

He stood on the blanket and Shelley and I got on the floor her arms gently around his neck talking to him and kissing him, the nurse holding his back and I took  his face gently in my hands.

”Jack my little nooo nooo, look at me Jack”

He looked into my eyes

I kissed his face

‘Jack be a brave boy now, mummy’s good boy, go and play with Alfie, and play ball with him, mummy will see you soon and I love you, my best friend, mummy’s baby boy….forgive me…..”

With my words in his ears and Shelley’s  ’I love you’ in his other ear he slumped gently sideways, his chin onto Shelley’s shoulder, his face into the nook of my arm, gently lowered into my lap and finally he rested into peaceful sleep, his beautiful little face in my lap.

We stayed a long time, just holding him and gently stroking his little ears..talking to him.

This year my heart has been broken..exactly 4 months to the week I lost both my 10 year old boys..my family, my best friends…My Alfie bear and my Baby Jack.

Shelley Marie has endured losing her childhood soul mate…I worry for her as she sobs into his collar in work and grieves so badly for the one constant in her life…her first true love and as we know first true loves last forever.

Baby Jack, my little ‘nooo noooo’… you were like Alfie bear, my north and south, my east and west, my constant companion, my best friend, my shadow. I loved your smelly ears, your bad eyes, your grumpy sulks, the way you hid your chewie jumbones and only ate them if I was in the room. How you loved your quilt on the settee and had your side to sit on and if a human dared sit there you would stare at them. I loved how we walked side by side in the woods and you would stop if you went ahead to look for me, always needing to hear my voice. The sound of your snore, of your heavy breathing coming up the stairs, the way you ‘tappy’ danced with excitement at walk time and how you loved to eat your favourite Bourbon biscuits with a nice cup of tea.

Your with Alfie now and your playing in heaven with your balls and toys and waiting for mummy and your human family so one day we will all be together again.

I miss you so much the ache is crucifying, my guilt is awful, tearing at me..I can not get the sad moment out of my mind…  I did what I thought was best, unconditional love means knowing when to let go and to keep you from pain and suffering…please forgive me my darling old friend…your my family, by brave little soldier….Mummy’s baby boy.

Sleep peacefully my Jack, my nooo nooo, Mummy loves you and will do forever with all my heart and soul….sweet dreams..until we are together once more and your in mummy’s arms again xxxxx

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Locked Out Of Heaven…Today’s Taste Of Sugar

A BBC clip from a few months ago..but I love it….when I watched this live on tv at the time I thought …that is the coolest band I have ever seen…sod Bruno Mars it’s his band, man the band!!..to get his musicians to dance like that is pure genius.

So Sugar says turn up the volume…and if that guy in the glasses or any of those hot guys  fancies a date…give out my number!  lol 

Daily Prompt…Got to keep the Faith..Namaste.

DAILY PROMPT  In Good Faith  Describe a memory or encounter in which you considered your faith, religion, spirituality — or lack of — for the first time.

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It is very coincidental or shall I say serendipitous that this is today’s Daily Prompt choice as I only just Re Blogged a spirituality post on my site for a fellow blogger..because I had posted on another Blog of mine about God ..and if I were ‘her’ …weird how things turn out.

I have dabbled and played with all sorts of spirituality ideas and new age trends to try and find God or oneness or whatever you wish to call him or her or it.

The only time I stopped and considered there may be something in this idea of god and faith is this one time…

One day my youngest daughter who was only 3 years old at the time ( she is now 16 years old) went through months of being unwell, she was a bag of bones and slept all the time and was really unwell she had blood tests, in fact a lot of tests and the Dr’s could not, after 6 months give me an answer no diagnosis was given.  One Sunday in the springtime, the sun was shining and my child fell asleep yet again when she should have been outside in the garden playing, but she had yet to show any interest in playing anywhere. She fell asleep. her father was watching TV. I silently left the house and crossed the main road to the Church opposite and I went in..it was empty I fell to my knees in front of the alter and for the first time in my life I prayed and I prayed and I prayed. tears rolling down my face, my heart breaking thinking my baby was seriously ill. I asked God to make my little girl well again, to take away the tiredness, the sickness, to let her eat again and to play and be a normal, healthy little girl once more.. Eventually I stood up and went and lit a candle. walked out of the church crossed the road, walked back into my house and nobody had noticed I had even gone out. 2 hours later my daughter woke up, walked past me, opened the back door and got her dolly and went outside in the garden to play. she recovered from that afternoon onwards. ..

So you tell me…was it God answering my prayers? a God I barely believed in or was it just coincidence? 

Did it make me a born again Christian? …No it did not.

Did it make me go to church? …No it did not.

Did it make me a devout believer?..No it did not.

I end this by quoting from a previous post of mine called ‘ Namaste’

”Do I believe in God? I believe in something.. because mama told me about that ”Black Book”  I can feel eyes on me now tut tut’ing me as I type!  I don’t see a god with long hair and a beard in a robe. I see a form of energy..to me he or she is energy that is within us all. Jesus? he said that everything he did  we all could do and yes you do see alternative healers doing exactly what Jesus did.  I think he was a prophet , a good gentle man and yes I believe Jesus as a man existed, but as the only son of God?  No !…I believe we are all sons and daughters of ‘God’  I do think we are all connected to one source and to also to each other, I just don’t have the answers to what that source is and I wont ever have that answer until the day I die, and then unless I am permitted to blog from the Otherworlds  I wont be able to let you in on the secret!  It all comes down to Faith in the end and what rocks your world and makes your day feel safer or happier. be it performing Catholic, or Protestant,  Pagan, Wiccan, Jewish,  Moslem or  Jehovah rituals or if its just sitting in nature thinking wow this world is beautiful, I wonder who made it all happen?”

I am only telling you my story and thoughts. yours will be different and rightly so. we all have our own journey to travel and road to walk upon. I hope at the end of the day, you are filled with peace and health and happiness and most of all love because really that’s all that matters. love for yourself and for others. any good, loving God would want the same for you.

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Namaste..I honour the place in you which is of love, of truth, of light and of peace.

 

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Namaste~~~I honour the place in you which is of love, of truth, of light and of peace.

I have argued with myself over writing a post about Religion and Spirituality,the differences bewteen the two and the search for God and answers to life. Its a tricky subject as so many people out there reading this will have very firm beliefs and may find me offensive.

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”Sugar’s Rules of Civility 2013”…Daily Prompt

 You’ve got the Power

You have the power to enact a single law. What would it be?

“Life is short, but there is always time enough for courtesy.” …Ralph Waldo Emerson

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If I had the power to enact a single law it would be the ”Sugar’s Rules Of Civility Law 2013 ” as my readers know I hate bad manners and I have written many times on this subject so this Prompt enables me to be all powerful in my Sugarness and pass this act pronto, there will be an added sub section and it reads as such: 

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”No man, woman, child, alien, 3 headed monsters, witches, wizards, goblins and all other persons roaming this planet (ok I have not met a goblin or any 3 headed monsters but I am covering all technicalities here) shall raise their voices in anger and absolutely no uncontrollable rage shall be shown towards others.

Please note any temper tantrums and throwing toys out of the crib by grown men or women having a hissy fit over trivial stuff shall be dealt with swiftly by the Sugar police and the said person shall be gagged and bound and sent to Anger Management Re Hab until deemed fit to circulate in pleasent company once more..one relapse is allowed any other relapses will end in life long jail sentence at the prison named ”HMS Sugar’s Institute For Nasty Fuckwits”  This prison  will not be a pleasant stay so you have been warned”

The Law I am insisting on will require that all human beings are polite and show basic common courtesy and decency towards others.

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1…No rudeness is allowed

2…All messages, emails, texts, voice mail, missed calls and other such correspondence must be promptly replied too with no pathetic excuses of ”oh I was too busy”….no my people, we are never too busy to find a moment to reply ” hello, I am a bit tied up right now but I will respond in more depth in an hour or so”

3…No cursing at females in anger

4…No mental abuse directed at others

5…No physical abuse directed at others

6…No temper tantrums

7…No hissy fits

8…No road rage

9…No sulking

10..No ignoring or blocking other people..that’s shitty

11..Good table manners..that is cutlery you are holding not a garden spade

12..All human beings to willingly without being reminded to do one random act of kindness towards an other

13..’Please’ and ‘Thank You’ at all times

14..Smile nicely at strangers ( unless they are total nutters then be careful and run like hell)

15..Smile even sweeter at your loved ones.

16..Tell your loved ones you love them everyday

17..Kindness to all animals

18..Look after the elderly

19..No racial abuse

20..No religious shit….just get on with each other as life is too short for crap and fighting over words in a religious book ( and please do not send me a Fatwa I am far too young to die)

21..No killing Sugar with a Fatwa for being blunt

22..And finally everyday..choose a happy song, turn up the volume and sing and dance and live in the moment.

Remember happiness and love and kindness, good manners and no anger rants is the way forward.

There end’ith the law enabled by Miss Sugar.

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“A man’s manners are a mirror in which he shows his portrait.” Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

 

 

Me and a dog named Jack

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All is not rosy in Sugarland this week.

If you remember I wrote a few days ago in my post ”Love me Love my dog” about the expected arrival of 2 new Boxer puppies to be here with my ten year old Boxer Jack? Well as my long times readers know, I lost my Alfie  (see”To Alfie with Love”) in February  very suddenly without warning and my heart was broken. It left Jack without his brother and he has always been the one with all the medical issues… the bad eyes, the iffy ears, the arthritic legs etc.. in fact he can hardly see at all now but he is still a babe.

Jack developed a cough about 3 weeks ago, I noticed it when he was excited when he saw me or we were going for our walk or he woke up so I took him to see our vet who said she would try anti biotics first to see if it was an infection and if not to go back after the course of meds were finished and to see what else we could do. 

The tablets finished last week and he was suddenly starting to show tiredness and was still coughing..nothing specific at that time last week but I know my dog.

Monday we went for our walk and he was fine.

Tuesday he suddenly went downhill and was breathing heavily and not interested in anything and was also off his food a bit..I took him back to the vets who said to take him in again on Thursday ( yesterday) for scans, x rays and bloods.

Wednesday I was contracted to drive the journey from hell ( 13 hours on road) to collect the pups, I could not delay any longer as I had postponed a week due to work. So my eldest daughter stayed home with Jack who by now was just laying around and never left his side we were scared to death and it spoiled the puppies coming into our lives because they are young only 9 weeks old and full of life and poor old Jack is failing.

I slept on the floor beside him on Wednesday night…his breathing was so bad I found myself wishing if he was going to go, he would go in his sleep in my arms.

Yesterday…

I don’t really know how I got Jack to the car, but with loving care Shelley and I got him to the vets, we drove in silence.

In the vets we went through the procedures and signed the consent forms…if it was his heart they said he might pass away under the anaesthetic  etc…but we owed him a chance to see what was wrong…(may I add a lot of people at this point would and do refuse to do this as they wont pay the high vets bills and meds for an old aged animal…me?.. money is no object, he is insured and whatever it takes it takes to give him a good quality of life)

They took Jack from us and saying goodbye was awful because we did not know if it was for the last time…we felt sure it was.

My daughter and I were sobbing in the reception and all the staff  were upset with us, because they know the ‘boys’ and us so well.

It was the longest day ever. we had to come home and see to the puppies who god love them did not realise their new mummy was breaking her heart and not really throwing herself into puppy training as she should be.

We watched the clock and waited for the vet to phone

4.00pm

”Ceri , its Christina, can you come down now?”

We drove like the wind, I think Shelley got us there in 5 mins ( and its a 7 mile trip to town)

We were taken into a room and shown 4 scans and x rays and the diagnosis was explained clearly to us.

Jack has a huge cancerous growth under his lungs…it is too late to operate, it has spread into masses in various places in his body..its terminal.

I was given a choice.

I could avoid expense and put him to sleep.

or this option and the option  that I took without hesitation ( providing the vet agreed it was the right thing to do for him)

Jack is in  ”NO”  pain, he was suffering discomfort and tiredness obviously and that was what we had witnessed for 2 days. But they had a wonderful cancer drug they treat animals with this condition with. It is very high dose and will not cure him….but it will take away the discomfort and make him comfortable again and give him back his interest in life for however long my baby boy has left…it will give him 4 to 6 months, maybe less… maybe longer…but its time I owe him, I can not just give up on him that’s not even a consideration.  Its bought time as my constant companion to spend summer with mummy and being loved, out of pain and enjoying his walks in the woods with me again and a quality of life until I have no choice.

The vet promised me I was not being cruel I begged her to be honest with me because if I was keeping him alive in pain I would be a selfish and bad owner.

She assured me this was a lovely loving option.. this time ( unlike with Alfie) I have a choice, a choice for him to live out his final months in the warm sunshine at home and when the time comes (and I will know when it comes) I will have no choice I have been told this for sure…well then Christina will come here and he will be put to rest in my arms, with my girls beside us, all together in his home, on his blankies where he feels safe and loved not in a clinical vets room.

He came home bandaged from the stent in his leg and groggy from the drugs from his op. I gave him the first of these tablets…he slept out cold for 2 hours…then it was like an angel had arrived and sprinkled magical dust..he woke up and showed interest and asked to go out into the garden…he was walking again, he was alert again, he wagged his tail again.

Later he ate his fresh chicken and rice and a bit of kibble…he scoffed it..he was starving I was so relieved I could not stop kissing and hugging him.

When I was sure he was up to it, me and the girls introduced him to the puppies …’Yogi’ (and the the little girl who’s name has been changed because the breeder thought ’Bo’ sounded too much like ‘No’ and it would confuse training!) so she is now ‘Madison’ (after Madison Ave in New York my favourite  place)  or ‘Maddie’ for short.

So Jack met Yogi and Maddie on the lawn..a bit nerve racking as its his territory but with his new wonder drug he finally accepted them ..a bit miffed but ok and then he  ran  YES  ran (!!) with them and played with the babies till they were all ready for bed!..un bloody believable !

So yesterday I thought my  baby Jack was going to be taken from me…but by bedtime a miracle had happened and I have been given a few months longer with a dog who is happy again.

I know this will be short lived and everyday is precious with him but I am so happy he is still beside me…only dog owners or pet owners wil understand this post, if you have never had a pet you wont know the unconditional love they give you and how they teach you to love back.

Jack sends a big thank you to Angela who sent him healing and to all the people in my phone contacts who had a text yesterday from me (my close friends) your responses in your texts back and thoughts overwhelmed me..Ruth I love you, Caroline thank you and my dearest friend Peter,who is going though the same thing with his Mr Zen ( 13 yr old German shepherd) thank you too.

So I leave you all with a picture or two taken last night when the doggies all met each other.

That’s this weeks news from Sugartown  lots of love from me and a dog named Jack…not forgetting Yogi and Madison.

Love Sugar. x

 

Note Jack’s bandage..a proper little hero…Madison kisses her new friend.

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Shelley took this, she caught me cuddling into Jack and snapped the moment.

 

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Yogi ( because he looks like a little bear)

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Madison or ”Maddie” ( after Madison Ave, New York)

 

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Pop The Pill? Daily Prompt

Red Pill, Blue Pill

Todays  Daily Prompt: If you could get all the nutrition you needed in a day with a pill — no worrying about what to eat, no food preparation — would you do it?

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Another Daily Prompt: that screams ‘Heysugarsugar’…Food is a big deal..I’m sorry but I will never be one of those women who wont eat anything but a lettuce leaf for fear of weight gain and my thighs and ass becoming like a sumo wrestler…I love food, in all shapes sizes and varieties.

I have had yo you weight over the years, children bring on a more ‘shapely’ figure …on the other hand I have also had years of looking like a skinny beanpole, in fact I looked dreadful, I weighed under 8 stone (under 112lbs) and I could not gain weight how ever much I ate..it was an anxiety thing, it went on for years.

This winter I finally calmed down the panic attacks and have now gained some weight and look far better for it, still slim but healthy not a skeleton any more, My thighs and ass are cushioned once more.

But through all the stress and all the drama I always ate.

Could a pill give me the pleasure of night in front of the tv and a re run of ‘Friends’ with a bowl of nachos, smothered in hot melted cheese and salsa dip? No!

Could a pill taste as good as a Chinese mushroom egg foo yung, egg fried rice and sweet and sour sauce? No!

Could a pill be as appealing as a 12” deep pan Hawaiian pizza? No!

Could a pill be as fabulous as anything from Marks and Spencer’s food hall? No!

Could a pill be as awesome as a box of Thornton s chocolates or any British chocolate? No !

Could a pill taste as wonderful as salted cashew and pistachio nuts? No!

Could a pill make me melt like fresh cream cakes filled with fresh fruit or a good old British trifle? No!

Could a pill make me orgasmic as it enters my mouth?

NO!

So would I take a pill? no I would not.

~~~A side note…no lady would call her blog  Sugarsugar  if she did not love food :)