42,038 Memories: Ode to our Beau – Part III of Beau’s journey

42,038 Memories: Ode to our Beau - Part III of Beau’s journey To read part 2 of the Beau Series: Sleeping with Darth Vader, click here Beau was our full-blooded Boxer however, we never had him registered.  We didn’t care about paperwork or someone telling us he was special.  Beau was the king in our castle and in our hearts.  My son (10 years old at the time) dubbed him his full-unregistered name as Beauregard Stormy Doughnut Schnautz. Beau lived approximately 12.5 years, which equates to almost 91 in human years so he had an exceptionally long and quality life for a boxer. Working through the tears and collecting all…

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All Dogs Go to Heaven: Goodbye Sweet Beau.

All Dogs Go to Heaven: Goodbye Sweet Beau. I asked God to give me a sign that I would know without a doubt that it was time. The element of time meaning that it was time for Beau to go to heaven. Part of me prayed that he would pass on his own so that no one had to make the decision.  But as we know, life doesn't happen the easy way or the way we want it. After the second day of Beau refusing to eat his favorite foods like sardines or Hormel (hormone, antibiotic and nitrate free) meat, I sensed it was close. The next sign…

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The Ripple Effect…Why I Do What I Do

The Ripple Effect…Why I Do What I Do The first email that I opened today was from a newsletter subscriber thanking me for doing what I do. A few hours later, I received a phone call from someone diagnosed with cancer.  He said the nurse at the clinic had suggested that he contact me.  She had attended one of my online classes and told him I would be a great resource as he wanted to take a healing approach to his cancer. Later that day I met with a new client and she commented “meeting you is an answer to my prayers”. Someone once shared that what I do is like dropping…

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