My miniature Chihuahua, Pepi, is no different to my German Shepherd Kara, except that Kara was too big to cuddle up in bed at night. Pepi gets excited to meet people once he shows that he has a good watchdog bark after which he’ll jump in their laps. Nevertheless no matter how much he loves someone, and there are his favourites, if I leave the room or car even for a second he frets badly. I remember he was such a small bundle when I got him that he was smaller than the palm of my hand. He fretted so loudly, wailing if I left the room that I took to taking him to the toilet and when I was having a shower.
What amazed me is that he and the cats warned me when I was having a diabetic hypo. He has a peculiar howl, Midnight kissed me on the mouth shocking me out of my sleep, and they would all stand like soldiers in a row.
So I take him everywhere for his separation anxiety and my hypo prevention. As registered Companion Animals, dogs have to be given entrance in Supermarkets, Cafes and any shops because they save lives. It is far easier for me to take something when Pepi warns me of a hypo than if I pass out causing the management to be disrupted and to call an ambulance while risking my life until it arrives. Dogs have even known when someone has cancer before it’s detected by the medical profession. His unconditional love and his dependence on me is amazing and it feels like looking after my babies once more. Even so he has a will of his own and can be a little bully with the cats who love him dearly. They all give me the reason for coming home and to keep on living. For some of us feeling needed is paramount.😍
Religions are using fear tactics to suppress gayness! People are given wrong information by their religious leaders as can be seen by Waleed Ali from The Project in an interview with a gay Muslim religious man who has studied the Koran.
He found that being homosexual is permitted in Muslim teachings but shockingly misinterpreted as is the case in other religions.
I was thinking about the circle of Facebook friends and relatives I’ve been in regular contact with over only a few months. How did this happen? Some new and some I hadn’t been in touch with for years and yet here we are sometimes in daily contact now.
As a marriage and family counsellor I point out how valuable effective communication is to a successful relationship. I’ve been married twice and each one was bliss when our communication was good, and when not good the end was inevitable. Thanks to Facebook the opportunity exists to click ‘like’ for posts that impress and eventually develop friendships with individuals through meaningful or amusing conversations. In my FB circle not only have I communicated with relatives and friends overseas but also new friends in Tasmania, Victoria, Queensland and of course NSW. So I’m planning to visit my Tasmanian friends where I’ve never been before. It’s all thanks to effective communication.💜
As I’m shifting through 50 years of cards and letters to put in a folder, I’m so glad I’ve kept letters from my loved ones, some of whom have died. On the other hand, I’m so so sorry I neglected them by not visiting more often whenever possible, or writing and phoning more, when I knew from them that they longed for more contact from me.
One such person was my eldest cousin and mentor, Chris Polimeris, who was the executor to my father’s estate. When he lived in Sydney he politely disclosed that he wished I would visit more regularly. Yet I didn’t make the time or effort to do so, not even to phone him, even though I loved him deeply. Then he moved to Melbourne with his job and he’d write and I’d take forever to respond and then I’d send him many pages. I just came to a letter he wrote in the last stages of his illness when he expressed his disappointment angrily at my neglect to write and then his love for me as his cousin. Sure, I used to visit his family with my family at Easter holidays each year, but a little more effort from me would have meant so much to him. The picture in this post shows me at 11yrs with my 3 cousins Harry, Chris and Sandy. Now Harry is 80 and for the last few years I’ve changed my ways, visiting him and speaking on the phone regularly, as well as involving myself and supporting his activities with the Australian Hellenic Education Progressive Association. However in writing this I realise I could increase my contact with him even more. This applies to other members of my family, within reason because it needs to be reciprocated. When Chris reached his final hours I was coming to his bedside but was delayed and he lingered on semi conscious to the amazement of his doctors. Then once I got there he lingered on more for 2 days because I would tell him I’d see him later. So finally I whispered in his ear that I had to go back to my family and job, kissed him on the forehead and said “rest in peace, Chris”. He must have heard that because he died 2 hours later.💕