Locks of Love

How important is hair? Does it make you prettier, or sometimes uglier? If your teenager dies it Hot Pink, does it change the person that they are? To me, it is just hair, it is replaceable, unless of course you have some disease that prevents you from growing it, or takes it all from you.
Kali has donated to Locks of Love twice, and will probably be ready to again sometime before the year is over. I donated mine many years ago, and will be donating again sometime before the year is over.
Tia had never had a haircut until this past Saturday. I have to admit, it was mostly me. She had gorgeous hair, and the fact that we had never cut it, meant she was walking with original equipment...Hair that had been with her since she was born:( I have always said, to us it is just hair, if and when they want it cut, is up to them, and she had been getting the closer and closer. We even set up an appointment a month ago, but right after I scheduled, she back out...and I was so relieved:)
Saturday, with all of us, including Daddy, she did not back out. I got the bottom 2 inches for her baby book, and they cut another 10" to donate to Locks of Love. My girls do not lack in the confidence department, and she already thought she was the cutest girl ever, but now...well let's just say, as far as she is concerned she tops the charts!!!! Her smile is as bright as it has ever been, now she just doesn't have to move her hair so you can see it.
To top it off...My mother asked her what they did with all of her hair, to which she responded, " They took it from me to make wigs for little girls that don't have any hair, isn't that nice Grandma?" Too sweet, and really cute too!!!

3 Times Too Many

Three times in the last year I have had to say good bye to beloved kitties of mine. I know they were old, and that they can only stay while they are healthy, but leaving the vet with them no longer "here", is terribly sad. I have gone from 4 kitties to 1, in a little less than a year. I promise my next post will not be such a downer, but this one is in loving memory of Tasha, Dusty, and Sheeba, who have all touched my life, and will all be missed. And to my sweet Chester, who is still here with me, and without all of them, I know he will grieve also, they were all together for 18 years.


The Last Battle
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
and pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this--the last battle--can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
Don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
What is to come can hold no fears
You'd not want me to suffer, so.
When the time comes, please let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me til the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
it is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close--we two--these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
Author Unknown